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 East Timor and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cosmic Jokers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Inner City,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Human League,
This Heat,
cv313,
T. Rex,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Image Ltd.,
Qualms,
CMW,
The Index,
Japan,
the Swans,
Mo-Dettes,
The Misunderstood,
John Lydon,
Joey Negro,
Joe Finger,
Black Bananas,
Buzzcocks,
Malaria!,
Wire,
Freddie Wadling,
Joy Division,
The Leaves,
Traffic Nightmare,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultravox,
Graham Central Station,
The Pop Group,
Robert Görl,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Slits,
Lou Christie,
Quando Quango,
Scratch Acid,
Mandrill,
Popol Vuh,
Skarface,
Lucky Dragons,
Absolute Body Control,
Jesper Dahlback,
Laurel Aitken,
Carl Craig,
Ornette Coleman,
Faust,
Silicon Teens,
June Days,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Angels of Light,
Lalann,
the Normal,
The Names,
Symarip,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scott Walker,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.