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 Afghanistan and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Dave Clark Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harmonia,
Man Parrish,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
OOIOO,
Jacques Brel,
Visage,
The Velvet Underground,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gap Band,
Lyres,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Lynne,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Accadde A,
Depeche Mode,
B.T. Express,
Dead Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Pere Ubu,
R.M.O.,
DJ Style,
China Crisis,
Cecil Taylor,
Fatback Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hashim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
T. Rex,
Whodini,
the Sonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nirvana,
Tim Buckley,
Minnie Riperton,
Arcadia,
UT,
Dual Sessions,
Au Pairs,
Reuben Wilson,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra,
The J.B.'s,
X-102,
Tomorrow,
Mars,
JFA,
Janne Schatter,
The Martian,
Electric Prunes,
Soul II Soul,
Prince Buster,
The American Breed,
The Saints,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Remains,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.