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 Mexico and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare,
Glenn Branca,
Althea and Donna,
Echospace,
New York Dolls,
Dead Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Smog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Smiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Durutti Column,
Amon Düül II,
Whodini,
Cheater Slicks,
Agent Orange,
Todd Rundgren,
R.M.O.,
Von Mondo,
The Golliwogs,
The Dirtbombs,
John Cale,
Boz Scaggs,
Suicide,
Drexciya,
The Associates,
Marc Almond,
Yellowson,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Fania All-Stars,
Faraquet,
The Remains,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Newcleus,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Lydon,
Spandau Ballet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Sheep,
Bob Dylan,
Alphaville,
Amazonics,
Circle Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
Excepter,
Con Funk Shun,
Sister Nancy,
Black Pus,
Rufus Thomas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.