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 Seychelles 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lee Hazlewood to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joy Division,
Sparks,
The Young Rascals,
10cc,
Visage,
Organ,
Agent Orange,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scion,
Ten City,
World's Most,
MDC,
Interpol,
The Vogues,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crime,
Derrick Morgan,
Eddi Front,
Ken Boothe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Names,
Swell Maps,
The Black Dice,
Dead Boys,
Brass Construction,
The J.B.'s,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zero Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Excepter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hashim,
Wolf Eyes,
cv313,
T.S.O.L.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Inner City,
Pole,
Procol Harum,
Thee Headcoats,
Amon Düül,
Simply Red,
Minor Threat,
The Seeds,
The Zeros,
The Trojans,
Erasure,
Zapp,
Eurythmics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q and Not U,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Christie,
Jandek,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fall,
Toni Rubio,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.