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 Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 June Days to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monolake,
Delon & Dalcan,
Prince Buster,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joy Division,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angry Samoans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Magazine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mummies,
John Coltrane,
Technova,
Boogie Down Productions,
Masters at Work,
These Immortal Souls,
The Tremeloes,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacques Brel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mojo Men,
Underground Resistance,
The Invisible,
David Bowie,
Brand Nubian,
Adolescents,
Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
The Raincoats,
The Gap Band,
Archie Shepp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yellowson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Birthday Party,
Toni Rubio,
The Index,
New Order,
The Doors,
Lightning Bolt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
In Retrospect,
Pantytec,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Hill,
Rotary Connection,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.