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 Jordan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Stooges to the disco 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronan,
Aaron Thompson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Zapp,
The Tremeloes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Babytalk,
David Axelrod,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Cale,
Black Pus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sonics,
The Fugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Sonics,
Niagra,
Brothers Johnson,
Brand Nubian,
Suburban Knight,
John Lydon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fire Engines,
Alice Coltrane,
Skarface,
Bluetip,
Isaac Hayes,
a-ha,
Con Funk Shun,
Sight & Sound,
The Smoke,
These Immortal Souls,
Main Source,
Jacques Brel,
B.T. Express,
Yazoo,
Wings,
Rekid,
Bobby Sherman,
Bill Near,
The Raincoats,
Moss Icon,
Derrick May,
Subhumans,
Young Marble Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Byron Stingily,
Liliput,
Cal Tjader,
KRS-One,
The Five Americans,
Inner City,
Wasted Youth,
Harmonia,
Guru Guru,
Groovy Waters,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.