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 Norway and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 The Black Dice to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Royal Trux,
The Offenders,
Dead Boys,
Goldenarms,
K-Klass,
Lucky Dragons,
Anakelly,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cheater Slicks,
Spandau Ballet,
Intrusion,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Womack,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deadbeat,
Livin' Joy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra,
John Foxx,
The Smiths,
Schoolly D,
Joe Finger,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Parry Music,
Dual Sessions,
Masters at Work,
Scientists,
Rufus Thomas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Visage,
Supertramp,
Piero Umiliani,
David McCallum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Au Pairs,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cramps,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
JFA,
Mo-Dettes,
Pole,
Siglo XX,
The Fuzztones,
Warren Ellis,
The Pop Group,
UT,
Ludus,
Brand Nubian,
Suicide,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bang On A Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marine Girls,
The Gap Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Zero Boys,
Grauzone,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.