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 Kazakhstan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fall to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
The Remains,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television Personalities,
Dave Gahan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Donald Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yusef Lateef,
Sex Pistols,
Little Man,
The Blackbyrds,
Wasted Youth,
New Order,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris & Cosey,
The Detroit Cobras,
Motorama,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zapp,
B.T. Express,
The Martian,
June Days,
Roy Ayers,
Con Funk Shun,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Man Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Sonics,
Ultra Naté,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reuben Wilson,
Grauzone,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Delta 5,
Thompson Twins,
John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
10cc,
Nirvana,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marmalade,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maleditus Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Dawn Penn,
Jacques Brel,
Scion,
Lou Christie,
Judy Mowatt,
PIL,
Alice Coltrane,
ABBA,
The Slits,
Jerry's Kids,
Funky Four + One,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick Morgan,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.