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 Lithuania and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Sällskapet,
Sixth Finger,
The Gun Club,
Scott Walker,
Infiniti,
Trumans Water,
Yusef Lateef,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magazine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Connie Case,
The Evens,
cv313,
Bronski Beat,
the Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
the Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dead Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Marc Almond,
Prince Buster,
Derrick May,
Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan,
The Divine Comedy,
Toni Rubio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harry Pussy,
Mission of Burma,
Al Stewart,
DJ Sneak,
Eli Mardock,
Funky Four + One,
Mandrill,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Associates,
Faraquet,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cure,
Unwound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Masters at Work,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Donny Hathaway,
The Real Kids,
Depeche Mode,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Christie,
Steve Hackett,
Maurizio,
Bluetip,
Niagra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronan,
John Lydon,
Kayak,
LL Cool J,
Dennis Brown,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.