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 Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Yazoo to the punk 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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
The Velvet Underground,
The Searchers,
The Fortunes,
The Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
The Stooges,
Man Eating Sloth,
Monks,
La Düsseldorf,
New Order,
Kas Product,
The Fuzztones,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Copeland,
Cybotron,
Joey Negro,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hardrive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Moon,
The Raincoats,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lakeside,
The Gories,
The Angels of Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Real Kids,
Angry Samoans,
Peter & Gordon,
Lungfish,
Roy Ayers,
X-102,
the Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brass Construction,
Basic Channel,
Au Pairs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Absolute Body Control,
Rekid,
X-101,
Rapeman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unrelated Segments,
Thee Headcoats,
Godley & Creme,
The Mummies,
Section 25,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Underground Resistance,
The Cure,
David McCallum,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.