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 Russia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 The Modern Lovers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cluster,
Dual Sessions,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Josef K,
Joe Finger,
Anakelly,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Germs,
The Raincoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ludus,
Negative Approach,
Roxette,
Idris Muhammad,
Mark Hollis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Excepter,
Buzzcocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
The Neon Judgement,
Ronan,
Tommy Roe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pere Ubu,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
Simply Red,
Graham Central Station,
Bad Manners,
Flash Fearless,
Toni Rubio,
Barrington Levy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monochrome Set,
Erasure,
Essential Logic,
The Associates,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cramps,
Cybotron,
The Knickerbockers,
Charles Mingus,
The Blues Magoos,
Mantronix,
Country Joe & The Fish,
MDC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zero Boys,
L. Decosne,
the Sonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun Ra,
Stereo Dub,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.