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 El Salvador and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Durutti Column to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eurythmics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Victims,
Marc Almond,
Joyce Sims,
Sällskapet,
Nick Fraelich,
Monolake,
Albert Ayler,
Delta 5,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liliput,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gories,
The Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kas Product,
Susan Cadogan,
FM Einheit,
The Saints,
Judy Mowatt,
Scratch Acid,
Eden Ahbez,
Althea and Donna,
June Days,
Simply Red,
ABC,
H. Thieme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
B.T. Express,
the Bar-Kays,
Siglo XX,
David McCallum,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jacob Miller,
David Bowie,
Mission of Burma,
Reuben Wilson,
Fat Boys,
Pylon,
Y Pants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ken Boothe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul II Soul,
Deakin,
Peter and Kerry,
Radio Birdman,
Mr. Review,
Al Stewart,
48th St. Collective,
Bill Wells,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.