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 Bahamas and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
This Heat,
the Normal,
The Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
Mars,
Bobby Womack,
Duran Duran,
Zero Boys,
Scan 7,
Scrapy,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Eurythmics,
Skarface,
Todd Rundgren,
John Foxx,
Half Japanese,
Monolake,
Fugazi,
The Misunderstood,
Urselle,
Heaven 17,
Ken Boothe,
Darondo,
Basic Channel,
Chrome,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Black Dice,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Zeros,
Slave,
London Community Gospel Choir,
MC5,
Erykah Badu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Cal Tjader,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fat Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pylon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MDC,
Yellowson,
Dawn Penn,
Nirvana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Suicide,
Cybotron,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
48th St. Collective,
Sound Behaviour,
Piero Umiliani,
Lindisfarne,
James White and The Blacks,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.