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 United Kingdom and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Public Image Ltd. to the crunk 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Finger,
Toni Rubio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bluetip,
Section 25,
Trumans Water,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gap Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
a-ha,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Litter,
Eddi Front,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shuggie Otis,
The Count Five,
The Golliwogs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Swans,
Tres Demented,
The Fugs,
Soft Machine,
The Evens,
David Axelrod,
Black Sheep,
David McCallum,
Crime,
Johnny Clarke,
Idris Muhammad,
Warsaw,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Jawbox,
Crooked Eye,
The Move,
the Sonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skarface,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alphaville,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Tremeloes,
Pole,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unrelated Segments,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smoke,
Visage,
New York Dolls,
The Beau Brummels,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.