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 Libya and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Germs to the electroclash 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T.S.O.L.,
Kaleidoscope,
Patti Smith,
KRS-One,
The Gun Club,
Echospace,
The Smiths,
Neil Young,
The Durutti Column,
Neu!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hashim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Babytalk,
Pierre Henry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amon Düül,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barrington Levy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tommy Roe,
L. Decosne,
Arab on Radar,
Eurythmics,
The Martian,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skaos,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eddi Front,
The Fortunes,
Bang On A Can,
Aural Exciters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
Monolake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marmalade,
Pet Shop Boys,
The New Christs,
Camberwell Now,
Tears for Fears,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ornette Coleman,
Todd Terry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Simply Red,
The Remains,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fluxion,
Rufus Thomas,
OOIOO,
The Slackers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James White and The Blacks,
X-Ray Spex,
The Techniques,
Man Parrish,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.