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 Grenada and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Heaven 17 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Y Pants,
X-Ray Spex,
Reagan Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Slave,
The Human League,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Loose Ends,
Shoche,
PIL,
The Slits,
Eddi Front,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
China Crisis,
Sixth Finger,
Zapp,
Gang Green,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blossom Toes,
Bill Near,
Supertramp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The J.B.'s,
Hasil Adkins,
Byron Stingily,
Vainqueur,
Nirvana,
Public Image Ltd.,
The American Breed,
Icehouse,
Trumans Water,
Maleditus Sound,
Maurizio,
Radiohead,
The Vogues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
James White and The Blacks,
Rites of Spring,
Agent Orange,
Tres Demented,
Tubeway Army,
KRS-One,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fuzztones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
The Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective,
Unrelated Segments,
Be Bop Deluxe,
La Düsseldorf,
Severed Heads,
The Monks,
AZ,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gun Club,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.