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 Papua New Guinea and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the dance 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Deepchord,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dirtbombs,
Ronan,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Gang Dance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Young Rascals,
AZ,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Surgeon,
Theoretical Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Supertramp,
Marmalade,
Peter & Gordon,
The Motions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mary Jane Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
kango's stein massive,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bronski Beat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Little Man,
Boredoms,
Procol Harum,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barbara Tucker,
Radiohead,
The Fuzztones,
Q65,
Kayak,
Rod Modell,
The Angels of Light,
The Pretty Things,
The Fire Engines,
Josef K,
Jerry's Kids,
David Bowie,
48th St. Collective,
Slick Rick,
Sex Pistols,
Sarah Menescal,
Bob Dylan,
Idris Muhammad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Index,
Boz Scaggs,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers,
Byron Stingily,
Urselle,
Curtis Mayfield,
Prince Buster,
New York Dolls,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.