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 United Kingdom and from Toronto.
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 Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Moleskins,
Loose Ends,
T. Rex,
Groovy Waters,
Patti Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Malaria!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gong,
The Zeros,
Harpers Bizarre,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yusef Lateef,
The Durutti Column,
MC5,
cv313,
Jimmy McGriff,
Infiniti,
Tom Boy,
Derrick Morgan,
Crooked Eye,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Busters,
Alison Limerick,
Whodini,
Black Bananas,
Fugazi,
Little Man,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fatback Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minny Pops,
Lakeside,
Marvin Gaye,
Fear,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eurythmics,
Sixth Finger,
Goldenarms,
Technova,
Suicide,
Davy DMX,
The Vogues,
Peter & Gordon,
Ponytail,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
Absolute Body Control,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pagans,
June Days,
B.T. Express,
UT,
Black Sheep,
Chris Corsano,
Funky Four + One,
Isaac Hayes,
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.