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 Canada and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Blossom Toes to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
The Zeros,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
Tubeway Army,
Hasil Adkins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Flipper,
The Angels of Light,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pole,
Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
Underground Resistance,
Chrome,
Mary Jane Girls,
Section 25,
The Cowsills,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terry Callier,
The Grass Roots,
Sandy B,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Black Dice,
Aloha Tigers,
Severed Heads,
Public Image Ltd.,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mummies,
10cc,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scientists,
Zapp,
Ken Boothe,
Wings,
Bluetip,
The Kinks,
The Count Five,
B.T. Express,
Deadbeat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Parry Music,
Marc Almond,
Black Flag,
Robert Wyatt,
La Düsseldorf,
The Happenings,
Byron Stingily,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Al Stewart,
The Knickerbockers,
Funky Four + One,
The Mojo Men,
The Raincoats,
The Birthday Party,
Nik Kershaw,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Subhumans,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.