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 Cape Verde and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Main Source to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wings,
Donald Byrd,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unwound,
Animal Collective,
The Saints,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Moon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Al Stewart,
Y Pants,
Kerri Chandler,
Brass Construction,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mantronix,
Radiohead,
The Gories,
Dual Sessions,
DNA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sparks,
Agent Orange,
Neu!,
the Soft Cell,
The Fall,
Andrew Hill,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cramps,
Marmalade,
The Electric Prunes,
Mad Mike,
The Happenings,
Michelle Simonal,
Bauhaus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fluxion,
The United States of America,
Derrick Morgan,
Grey Daturas,
Royal Trux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Buckinghams,
Prince Buster,
Dead Boys,
Gong,
Tears for Fears,
Mr. Review,
The Modern Lovers,
Simply Red,
Loose Ends,
John Holt,
U.S. Maple,
Letta Mbulu,
The Skatalites,
Sixth Finger,
the Bar-Kays,
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.