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 Iraq and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 Dead Boys to the rock 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stetsasonic,
The Move,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amazonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Wells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Parry Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Suburban Knight,
Dead Boys,
The Victims,
T.S.O.L.,
ABBA,
Vainqueur,
Intrusion,
T. Rex,
Rod Modell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Mills,
Reuben Wilson,
Shoche,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Green,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liliput,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Neon Judgement,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Smooth,
The American Breed,
Steve Hackett,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Machine,
The Gun Club,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lakeside,
Loose Ends,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mojo Men,
Piero Umiliani,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vladislav Delay,
Severed Heads,
Pharoah Sanders,
Todd Rundgren,
Ossler,
Robert Wyatt,
Chris Corsano,
Flash Fearless,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blues Magoos,
Cluster,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.