Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Haiti and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sad Lovers and Giants to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New York Dolls,
The Invisible,
Brick,
Aswad,
The Monochrome Set,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ken Boothe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grauzone,
Marine Girls,
Roxette,
Roger Hodgson,
Minny Pops,
Kas Product,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moss Icon,
Suicide,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cramps,
DJ Sneak,
The Pretty Things,
Cymande,
Mars,
Fat Boys,
The United States of America,
Lou Christie,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Pus,
Eddi Front,
Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Hill,
Maleditus Sound,
The Slits,
Black Moon,
Soulsonic Force,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young,
The Birthday Party,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moody Blues,
Neu!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter & Gordon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Newcleus,
Bootsy Collins,
The Misunderstood,
Moebius,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.