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 Singapore and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Iggy Pop to the crunk 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sonic Youth,
Gong,
Sister Nancy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soulsonic Force,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slick Rick,
Sex Pistols,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mandrill,
The Victims,
Sonny Sharrock,
UT,
Harry Pussy,
Lalann,
The Count Five,
Bang On A Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Schoolly D,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Silicon Teens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Au Pairs,
New Age Steppers,
Michelle Simonal,
John Holt,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Half Japanese,
Colin Newman,
Joensuu 1685,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sonics,
Essential Logic,
Faraquet,
Stetsasonic,
Aural Exciters,
The Cowsills,
Bronski Beat,
The Litter,
Crash Course in Science,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
A Flock of Seagulls,
PIL,
Guru Guru,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ohio Players,
Minor Threat,
The Blackbyrds,
Sällskapet,
The Remains,
Radiohead,
Boredoms,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.