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 Antigua and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Donald Fagen 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 Marine Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Gang of Four,
The Trojans,
Flash Fearless,
Boz Scaggs,
the Soft Cell,
Radio Birdman,
Intrusion,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amon Düül II,
Sister Nancy,
Nas,
Newcleus,
Robert Hood,
John Cale,
Dark Day,
Nirvana,
Organ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blancmange,
Laurel Aitken,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Teasers,
Arab on Radar,
Sonic Youth,
John Coltrane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donald Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Niagra,
Black Pus,
Jeff Mills,
Livin' Joy,
Pulsallama,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jerry's Kids,
Rotary Connection,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Near,
Desert Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers,
Eve St. Jones,
Dave Gahan,
Peter & Gordon,
Chrome,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Green,
Surgeon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Amazonics,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.