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 Czech Republic and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Motions 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
ABBA,
Glenn Branca,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Flag,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hardrive,
David Bowie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
10cc,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Modern Lovers,
Eden Ahbez,
Underground Resistance,
The Fuzztones,
Trumans Water,
Traffic Nightmare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Groovy Waters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Marvin Gaye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy Collins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
8 Eyed Spy,
Davy DMX,
Model 500,
Aloha Tigers,
Q and Not U,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Halsall,
MDC,
Gang Gang Dance,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gun Club,
The Star Department,
Maurizio,
Camberwell Now,
David Axelrod,
Boredoms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skaos,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pagans,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry's Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ice-T,
Shuggie Otis,
Amazonics,
Vainqueur,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Womack,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Piero Umiliani,
Tears for Fears,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.