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 the UAE and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Amon Düül II to the rap 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies 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?
the Human League,
Janne Schatter,
Depeche Mode,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Model 500,
The Techniques,
The Trojans,
Moss Icon,
Marmalade,
Intrusion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marine Girls,
Alison Limerick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Görl,
Pole,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Lydon,
Slave,
Roxette,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aaron Thompson,
Heaven 17,
48th St. Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
MC5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry,
AZ,
Hoover,
Chrome,
Lyres,
Bill Near,
Mantronix,
Grauzone,
Joey Negro,
Skarface,
Monolake,
The Offenders,
Alton Ellis,
Severed Heads,
Boredoms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Style,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bush Tetras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Masters at Work,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Dolphy,
Flash Fearless,
Colin Newman,
Ronnie Foster,
Vainqueur,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Leaves,
Danielle Patucci,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.