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 Germany and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Throbbing Gristle to the electroclash 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Zero Boys,
Rod Modell,
The Count Five,
The Busters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
ABC,
KRS-One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mummies,
Buzzcocks,
Lungfish,
The Electric Prunes,
Simply Red,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun City Girls,
John Lydon,
Joensuu 1685,
OOIOO,
Fugazi,
Porter Ricks,
Fat Boys,
Steve Hackett,
T.S.O.L.,
Fear,
Monolake,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry's Kids,
The Evens,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fela Kuti,
Newcleus,
Ponytail,
The Dead C,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skarface,
Fatback Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
Bronski Beat,
The Knickerbockers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gabor Szabo,
The Happenings,
Piero Umiliani,
Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Letta Mbulu,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.