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 Colombia and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Smog to the crunk 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Red Krayola,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
Banda Bassotti,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
Cymande,
Jacques Brel,
Donny Hathaway,
Sight & Sound,
Joyce Sims,
the Sonics,
This Heat,
Minor Threat,
Sarah Menescal,
The Happenings,
Skaos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deepchord,
Blossom Toes,
Kerrie Biddell,
New York Dolls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Judy Mowatt,
Chris & Cosey,
The Tremeloes,
Thompson Twins,
Susan Cadogan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sister Nancy,
the Human League,
Electric Prunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tim Buckley,
Desert Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tres Demented,
Subhumans,
Tommy Roe,
a-ha,
The Last Poets,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Erykah Badu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spoonie Gee,
Delta 5,
Bill Near,
Alton Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Swans,
Joe Finger,
The Neon Judgement,
Basic Channel,
Lou Christie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
MC5,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.