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 Botswana and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
The Index,
The Move,
the Germs,
Lou Christie,
PIL,
Steve Hackett,
The Neon Judgement,
Quantec,
The New Christs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Inner City,
New Order,
Janne Schatter,
Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Wire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Searchers,
Roxy Music,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blackbyrds,
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-Ray Spex,
Althea and Donna,
The Moody Blues,
The Monks,
a-ha,
A Certain Ratio,
Skaos,
Jerry's Kids,
The Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
Qualms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mo-Dettes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang On A Can,
Brick,
Nas,
Bobby Sherman,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dirtbombs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythm & Sound,
Duran Duran,
Morten Harket,
Eli Mardock,
the Association,
Iggy Pop,
This Heat,
Q65,
Spandau Ballet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Foxx,
Lungfish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.