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 Bahamas and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Angry Samoans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
The Kinks,
Mission of Burma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sex Pistols,
The Mummies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Public Image Ltd.,
La Düsseldorf,
Whodini,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maurizio,
Subhumans,
Soft Cell,
The Cramps,
Masters at Work,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dawn Penn,
Camberwell Now,
Yellowson,
Excepter,
B.T. Express,
Zapp,
In Retrospect,
The Sonics,
F. McDonald,
Ronan,
Barrington Levy,
Hardrive,
Model 500,
Half Japanese,
The Electric Prunes,
Duran Duran,
Rhythm & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Joey Negro,
the Sonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tim Buckley,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neu!,
Slave,
Fear,
Minor Threat,
Urselle,
The Move,
Eurythmics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grey Daturas,
Jacques Brel,
The Angels of Light,
T.S.O.L.,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blackbyrds,
Danielle Patucci,
Khruangbin,
Niagra,
the Association,
New Age Steppers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.