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 Switzerland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Crime to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spandau Ballet,
Eddi Front,
Buzzcocks,
Quantec,
The Doors,
Todd Terry,
The Birthday Party,
10cc,
Cameo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boz Scaggs,
Hardrive,
Lyres,
Bootsy Collins,
The Invisible,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fugs,
Skaos,
The Beau Brummels,
The Busters,
The Kinks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deadbeat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scrapy,
Liliput,
Davy DMX,
Erasure,
Bill Wells,
Derrick May,
B.T. Express,
Monks,
The Martian,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oneida,
The Real Kids,
Franke,
Lou Reed,
The Raincoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Niagra,
Nico,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Patti Smith,
Marmalade,
Chris Corsano,
The Selecter,
Pierre Henry,
Aural Exciters,
Funky Four + One,
Average White Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
World's Most,
ABBA,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül,
Malaria!,
Toni Rubio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.