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 Mongolia 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Bananas to the techno 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Surgeon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare,
Michelle Simonal,
Fluxion,
The Dead C,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lightning Bolt,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultra Naté,
Quantec,
Malaria!,
Dark Day,
The Motions,
Marmalade,
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Standells,
Jesper Dahlback,
Los Fastidios,
Organ,
Rekid,
Erasure,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brothers Johnson,
The Remains,
Flash Fearless,
The Residents,
Harmonia,
Robert Hood,
LL Cool J,
Skaos,
X-Ray Spex,
Wasted Youth,
Royal Trux,
Oblivians,
Black Flag,
Jacob Miller,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Erykah Badu,
Yazoo,
The Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Black Dice,
Depeche Mode,
Blancmange,
Buzzcocks,
The Smoke,
Camouflage,
Stetsasonic,
Black Bananas,
Deepchord,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Walker Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Trumans Water,
Gang Green,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.