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 Nauru and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Black Bananas to the punk 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Average White Band,
Metal Thangz,
Pylon,
The Sonics,
Bobby Sherman,
Subhumans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
New Age Steppers,
Tommy Roe,
The Moody Blues,
The Litter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Erykah Badu,
New York Dolls,
Fugazi,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Davy DMX,
The Leaves,
ABBA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun City Girls,
Lalann,
Skarface,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faust,
Faraquet,
JFA,
Neil Young,
Minny Pops,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Five Americans,
China Crisis,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fatback Band,
Audionom,
Ossler,
Sandy B,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amazonics,
David McCallum,
Donny Hathaway,
Hoover,
Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
The Knickerbockers,
the Association,
Symarip,
The Blackbyrds,
The Golliwogs,
Michelle Simonal,
Freddie Wadling,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Technova,
Pagans,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.