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 Seychelles and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Blues Magoos to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skarface,
Nik Kershaw,
Ronnie Foster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alton Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mo-Dettes,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Evens,
Tres Demented,
Fela Kuti,
Shoche,
PIL,
the Normal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
In Retrospect,
Simply Red,
The Red Krayola,
the Fania All-Stars,
R.M.O.,
Japan,
These Immortal Souls,
the Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mummies,
James White and The Blacks,
Soulsonic Force,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Hill,
Idris Muhammad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Massinfluence,
Unrelated Segments,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Soft Cell,
AZ,
Blake Baxter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Selecter,
The Divine Comedy,
The Names,
New York Dolls,
The Trojans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fat Boys,
The Residents,
Lower 48,
China Crisis,
Agitation Free,
John Foxx,
Outsiders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Franke,
T. Rex,
Fugazi,
The Searchers,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.