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 Germany and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Pere Ubu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Prince Buster,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soul Sonic Force,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-102,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
Connie Case,
Fela Kuti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jawbox,
Michelle Simonal,
In Retrospect,
Second Layer,
Fifty Foot Hose,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smoke,
Section 25,
Danielle Patucci,
Rekid,
Terry Callier,
OOIOO,
Neil Young,
Swell Maps,
Roger Hodgson,
The Black Dice,
Gang Starr,
Malaria!,
Spandau Ballet,
Dual Sessions,
Alton Ellis,
Wings,
Lungfish,
Bronski Beat,
The Blackbyrds,
The Wake,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stiv Bators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric B and Rakim,
Young Marble Giants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doobie Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soft Machine,
Severed Heads,
Unwound,
Moebius,
Au Pairs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scrapy,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.