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 United States and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Boogie Down Productions to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Henry Cow,
Niagra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pulsallama,
Cybotron,
Chrome,
Toni Rubio,
June of 44,
Ronan,
Loose Ends,
Urselle,
Johnny Clarke,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gladiators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thompson Twins,
Harpers Bizarre,
CMW,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fear,
Scientists,
Groovy Waters,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bauhaus,
The Victims,
Motorama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amazonics,
Panda Bear,
The Young Rascals,
Soulsonic Force,
Agitation Free,
Hashim,
The Offenders,
The Raincoats,
Spoonie Gee,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gong,
Ludus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Residents,
Marcia Griffiths,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Franke,
Suicide,
The Star Department,
Ronnie Foster,
Blake Baxter,
Blossom Toes,
Pere Ubu,
The Evens,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Dead Boys,
John Holt,
F. McDonald,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.