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 Korea North and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Idris Muhammad to the disco 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Outsiders,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultra Naté,
Pierre Henry,
New Age Steppers,
Black Bananas,
Simply Red,
Tres Demented,
OOIOO,
Spoonie Gee,
Symarip,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eden Ahbez,
Youth Brigade,
Bluetip,
Minny Pops,
Ludus,
Lalann,
Morten Harket,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gories,
Silicon Teens,
The Black Dice,
Parry Music,
Thompson Twins,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Christie,
Roxy Music,
Pantytec,
Scientists,
Underground Resistance,
Thee Headcoats,
Chrome,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Moleskins,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerri Chandler,
Loose Ends,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cramps,
The Busters,
the Germs,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxette,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Massinfluence,
Peter and Kerry,
Ten City,
The New Christs,
Section 25,
Young Marble Giants,
DJ Sneak,
X-102,
The Leaves,
Michelle Simonal,
Kaleidoscope,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.