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 Canada and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Intrusion to the dance 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
The Zeros,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barry Ungar,
David McCallum,
Isaac Hayes,
The Standells,
Ultravox,
the Slits,
Johnny Clarke,
Thompson Twins,
Kaleidoscope,
Glenn Branca,
Ken Boothe,
Roxy Music,
The Grass Roots,
This Heat,
Darondo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pagans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flash Fearless,
Eden Ahbez,
FM Einheit,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Move,
Judy Mowatt,
Scion,
Groovy Waters,
Popol Vuh,
Hasil Adkins,
Tom Boy,
Inner City,
Robert Hood,
Mars,
Wally Richardson,
Lungfish,
Ornette Coleman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronan,
Tim Buckley,
Sonic Youth,
Mandrill,
The Motions,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gastr Del Sol,
Prince Buster,
Quantec,
Altered Images,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Bananas,
The Martian,
The Tremeloes,
Joyce Sims,
Nico,
The Happenings,
K-Klass,
Fear,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.