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 Malta and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kayak to the punk 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
One Last Wish,
Joey Negro,
10cc,
Soul II Soul,
Mo-Dettes,
Moebius,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Mills,
Sugar Minott,
Joensuu 1685,
The Tremeloes,
Banda Bassotti,
K-Klass,
Wings,
Nils Olav,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pole,
Mantronix,
Television Personalities,
Yusef Lateef,
David Bowie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hot Snakes,
Ituana,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Sherman,
Jawbox,
Ponytail,
Soulsonic Force,
Technova,
Fluxion,
Underground Resistance,
Simply Red,
John Lydon,
The Pop Group,
Judy Mowatt,
Freddie Wadling,
Cymande,
The Angels of Light,
Supertramp,
Sun City Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Brand Nubian,
Scrapy,
Youth Brigade,
Mission of Burma,
Rakim,
Boredoms,
Main Source,
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick Morgan,
MC5,
Smog,
New Order,
Japan,
Altered Images,
The Gories,
Skaos,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.