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 Fiji and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Zero Boys to the electroclash 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Dolphy,
Marine Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Adolescents,
Japan,
Cybotron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fall,
Babytalk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camouflage,
The Wake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Index,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bluetip,
Davy DMX,
The Martian,
Colin Newman,
The Doors,
The Raincoats,
X-101,
Bad Manners,
Fela Kuti,
Charles Mingus,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funkadelic,
Fugazi,
Kurtis Blow,
Don Cherry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Cell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shoche,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Radio Birdman,
Arcadia,
Fluxion,
Organ,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gladiators,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The J.B.'s,
Lucky Dragons,
The Angels of Light,
World's Most,
Dark Day,
Subhumans,
The Zeros,
Reagan Youth,
Dennis Brown,
In Retrospect,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.