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 Indonesia and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 T. Rex to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Icehouse,
The Angels of Light,
The Detroit Cobras,
Darondo,
Desert Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Guru Guru,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
X-102,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roger Hodgson,
Camberwell Now,
John Cale,
World's Most,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Soft Cell,
Lungfish,
The Dirtbombs,
Godley & Creme,
Jacques Brel,
The Associates,
Lou Christie,
E-Dancer,
The Sound,
Roxette,
The Gladiators,
Al Stewart,
Todd Terry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flash Fearless,
Warsaw,
Amazonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moby Grape,
Whodini,
Moebius,
the Normal,
The Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cure,
Talk Talk,
Idris Muhammad,
Mission of Burma,
Bauhaus,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Selecter,
The Techniques,
Toni Rubio,
Henry Cow,
Heaven 17,
Eden Ahbez,
Ronnie Foster,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
Aswad,
Scott Walker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.