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 Burkina and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Dirtbombs to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
La Düsseldorf,
World's Most,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gun Club,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Das Ding,
Thompson Twins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Todd Rundgren,
The Divine Comedy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television,
Quantec,
PIL,
Peter & Gordon,
The Real Kids,
Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
David McCallum,
Ten City,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Searchers,
Fear,
DNA,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Sheep,
The Mojo Men,
Jacques Brel,
Dennis Brown,
Pere Ubu,
Suburban Knight,
Section 25,
CMW,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Görl,
Prince Buster,
Sex Pistols,
Excepter,
Ronan,
The Human League,
The Martian,
Loose Ends,
Babytalk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cymande,
AZ,
Fela Kuti,
The Saints,
Alphaville,
Pierre Henry,
Rod Modell,
Tom Boy,
48th St. Collective,
Dawn Penn,
Moby Grape,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.