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 Georgia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Gun Club to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T.S.O.L.,
the Normal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Marc Almond,
Lou Christie,
Dead Boys,
Rotary Connection,
David McCallum,
Agitation Free,
Bluetip,
Underground Resistance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultravox,
Gichy Dan,
Funkadelic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun City Girls,
Nirvana,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alton Ellis,
Pulsallama,
Yaz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Von Mondo,
Sight & Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
The Toasters,
ABC,
The Count Five,
Patti Smith,
JFA,
Niagra,
Dorothy Ashby,
F. McDonald,
Charles Mingus,
Saccharine Trust,
Silicon Teens,
Johnny Osbourne,
Q and Not U,
The Trojans,
Thompson Twins,
Al Stewart,
Eric Copeland,
The Fugs,
Tom Boy,
The Monks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gong,
Excepter,
The Move,
Faust,
Kaleidoscope,
Ituana,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.