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 Spain and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
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 chamberlin 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 Oneida to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slackers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eurythmics,
Rosa Yemen,
Absolute Body Control,
Jandek,
The Star Department,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Whodini,
The Leaves,
Tommy Roe,
Jeff Lynne,
Reagan Youth,
Tres Demented,
Crooked Eye,
Sandy B,
The American Breed,
Black Moon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monks,
Harmonia,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Sherman,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ronan,
The Associates,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Hill,
Connie Case,
The Sonics,
The Happenings,
Brick,
Pylon,
Johnny Clarke,
Los Fastidios,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chris & Cosey,
Ossler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scratch Acid,
Mo-Dettes,
Drexciya,
La Düsseldorf,
Cameo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Heaven 17,
Hoover,
Panda Bear,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minor Threat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sister Nancy,
Ken Boothe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ohio Players,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Hood,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.