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 Yemen and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Lee Hazlewood to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
EPMD,
Organ,
Dead Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Zeros,
Black Sheep,
Colin Newman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythm & Sound,
Max Romeo,
The Remains,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Idris Muhammad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David McCallum,
The Monks,
Spoonie Gee,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arcadia,
Shuggie Otis,
10cc,
Depeche Mode,
Bill Near,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ossler,
Crime,
Suicide,
Barbara Tucker,
ABC,
Quando Quango,
Hardrive,
Stereo Dub,
Marine Girls,
Don Cherry,
Grauzone,
H. Thieme,
Marmalade,
Simply Red,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Prince Buster,
Sister Nancy,
Josef K,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pantytec,
Mars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Moon,
The Searchers,
Groovy Waters,
Icehouse,
Dual Sessions,
Excepter,
X-101,
Patti Smith,
Altered Images,
In Retrospect,
Danielle Patucci,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.