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 Switzerland and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New Order to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Morten Harket,
Cal Tjader,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Mills,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quando Quango,
The Standells,
John Cale,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bang On A Can,
Heaven 17,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Second Layer,
Fat Boys,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Judy Mowatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arcadia,
Eric Copeland,
Joey Negro,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arab on Radar,
Ice-T,
Moby Grape,
Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
Lindisfarne,
Schoolly D,
Bill Near,
Slave,
the Association,
Grey Daturas,
The Misunderstood,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Toni Rubio,
T.S.O.L.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rapeman,
B.T. Express,
Fatback Band,
U.S. Maple,
Boredoms,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Accadde A,
Adolescents,
David Axelrod,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agent Orange,
Steve Hackett,
Theoretical Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nico,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.