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 Mauritius and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mark Hollis,
Rites of Spring,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amon Düül,
Mad Mike,
Ronan,
Yazoo,
Crime,
Anthony Braxton,
Little Man,
Nas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Wake,
Camberwell Now,
the Normal,
R.M.O.,
Arcadia,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Bourne,
AZ,
Dead Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Radiohead,
Brand Nubian,
Surgeon,
Wings,
Juan Atkins,
The Move,
Guru Guru,
Fugazi,
Nirvana,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Starr,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scientists,
Masters at Work,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Organ,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eddi Front,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Misunderstood,
Pole,
Erasure,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
Roxette,
Sugar Minott,
Soul II Soul,
Average White Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
L. Decosne,
Can,
Pere Ubu,
Urselle,
Gong,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.