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 Norway and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mary Jane Girls to the techno 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Theoretical Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Glenn Branca,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Excepter,
Shoche,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rufus Thomas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Young Rascals,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Neon Judgement,
Tim Buckley,
Circle Jerks,
Skarface,
Cluster,
John Foxx,
R.M.O.,
Dennis Brown,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pet Shop Boys,
Prince Buster,
The Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sound,
Todd Terry,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Sherman,
Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
Jawbox,
The Trojans,
Quantec,
Amon Düül,
Davy DMX,
Basic Channel,
The Music Machine,
Darondo,
Visage,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flipper,
Gichy Dan,
Masters at Work,
The Sisters of Mercy,
This Heat,
The Slackers,
Bad Manners,
Kas Product,
Skriet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Au Pairs,
CMW,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kayak,
The Names,
Yaz,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.