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 Congo and from Seoul.
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 Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Gap Band to the funk 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Anthony Braxton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Holt,
Spoonie Gee,
OOIOO,
Schoolly D,
D'Angelo,
Nik Kershaw,
The Young Rascals,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Youth Brigade,
Fatback Band,
the Soft Cell,
The Fortunes,
Erasure,
The Associates,
MDC,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barrington Levy,
The Smoke,
Bobby Sherman,
Marmalade,
The Music Machine,
Fat Boys,
kango's stein massive,
The Busters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rapeman,
These Immortal Souls,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sparks,
The Fire Engines,
The Count Five,
Steve Hackett,
Fluxion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Maleditus Sound,
Guru Guru,
Joe Finger,
The Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wasted Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxette,
Godley & Creme,
Jandek,
Aloha Tigers,
Tubeway Army,
World's Most,
Franke,
Buzzcocks,
Faraquet,
Don Cherry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.