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 Denmark and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Vainqueur to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Moon,
Funkadelic,
John Coltrane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scan 7,
The Vogues,
Arcadia,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rod Modell,
Peter & Gordon,
Alice Coltrane,
The Smoke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
Groovy Waters,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Sherman,
The Misunderstood,
Radio Birdman,
Tres Demented,
Ralphi Rosario,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joy Division,
David McCallum,
The Angels of Light,
Tubeway Army,
Index,
Mo-Dettes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rosa Yemen,
Stiv Bators,
the Bar-Kays,
OOIOO,
The Standells,
Porter Ricks,
Junior Murvin,
Faraquet,
The Cowsills,
Swans,
Bobby Womack,
The Mummies,
Pagans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New York Dolls,
EPMD,
Ronnie Foster,
The Beau Brummels,
Massinfluence,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
The Tremeloes,
Cameo,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.