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 Tanzania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 8 Eyed Spy 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Idris Muhammad,
Todd Terry,
Procol Harum,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Circle Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dead Boys,
Masters at Work,
Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
Crime,
Jandek,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Standells,
The Golliwogs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wolf Eyes,
Franke,
The Dead C,
Ken Boothe,
The Litter,
Agitation Free,
New Order,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantaleimon,
The Leaves,
X-101,
The Stooges,
Fad Gadget,
The Walker Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Seeds,
Marc Almond,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arcadia,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Beau Brummels,
Yellowson,
Absolute Body Control,
E-Dancer,
Royal Trux,
Maleditus Sound,
Television Personalities,
The Pop Group,
Angry Samoans,
Trumans Water,
Cymande,
Joe Finger,
Index,
The Kinks,
UT,
Boredoms,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.