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 Indonesia and from Cairo.
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 Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Golliwogs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Marine Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Trojans,
48th St. Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donny Hathaway,
Hot Snakes,
CMW,
Soul II Soul,
The Red Krayola,
Cameo,
Unrelated Segments,
Blake Baxter,
Danielle Patucci,
John Foxx,
Country Teasers,
Harry Pussy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bootsy Collins,
Television,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siglo XX,
The Durutti Column,
Arthur Verocai,
Barbara Tucker,
Agitation Free,
Pantaleimon,
Erasure,
Black Moon,
Sound Behaviour,
Tommy Roe,
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suburban Knight,
Mandrill,
Rosa Yemen,
Adolescents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mo-Dettes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nik Kershaw,
Lungfish,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABC,
Spoonie Gee,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.