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 Tunisia and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Blues Magoos to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
T.S.O.L.,
Erasure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Toni Rubio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Main Source,
Soul II Soul,
Roxette,
Massinfluence,
Marc Almond,
Desert Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Beau Brummels,
Depeche Mode,
Steve Hackett,
Absolute Body Control,
Kurtis Blow,
The Count Five,
The Selecter,
Minor Threat,
R.M.O.,
Spoonie Gee,
Aloha Tigers,
Don Cherry,
Basic Channel,
John Lydon,
Todd Terry,
Y Pants,
Interpol,
The Pop Group,
Joe Finger,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Görl,
Delta 5,
Soft Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ronnie Foster,
Alton Ellis,
Monks,
Jacques Brel,
Little Man,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker,
Janne Schatter,
Royal Trux,
The Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DJ Style,
Angry Samoans,
Joyce Sims,
Minny Pops,
Nas,
Marvin Gaye,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.