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 Swaziland and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Y Pants to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Lungfish,
Jacques Brel,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Buzzcocks,
Ice-T,
Lakeside,
ABC,
10cc,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Agitation Free,
Lalann,
Loose Ends,
Excepter,
Connie Case,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Groovy Waters,
Kas Product,
Audionom,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Velvet Underground,
The Toasters,
Wolf Eyes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Severed Heads,
Cheater Slicks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Franke,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed,
The Slackers,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Wells,
Todd Rundgren,
Pylon,
The Divine Comedy,
Thee Headcoats,
Model 500,
Tears for Fears,
Prince Buster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Flag,
Fluxion,
Howard Jones,
the Germs,
Scrapy,
Scion,
Warren Ellis,
MDC,
Duran Duran,
Pagans,
Crash Course in Science,
The Evens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.