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 Paraguay and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 L. Decosne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Wake,
The Cowsills,
Television Personalities,
Susan Cadogan,
Rosa Yemen,
The Five Americans,
World's Most,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slits,
The Searchers,
The Residents,
Bootsy Collins,
AZ,
LL Cool J,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funkadelic,
Eli Mardock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Morten Harket,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minor Threat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Groovy Waters,
Absolute Body Control,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Albert Ayler,
China Crisis,
Pet Shop Boys,
R.M.O.,
Fugazi,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wings,
Monolake,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jacob Miller,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-101,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Monochrome Set,
Surgeon,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Outsiders,
Rekid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Associates,
Oblivians,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anthony Braxton,
One Last Wish,
The Index,
Leonard Cohen,
Spandau Ballet,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.