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 Switzerland and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 China Crisis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Qualms,
Negative Approach,
The Gladiators,
Brass Construction,
Flamin' Groovies,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
UT,
Television,
the Germs,
The Pop Group,
Camberwell Now,
Wally Richardson,
Subhumans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crime,
Ronan,
Radio Birdman,
Popol Vuh,
Chris & Cosey,
Ohio Players,
Nick Fraelich,
Dual Sessions,
Tim Buckley,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra,
Camouflage,
Tropical Tobacco,
T.S.O.L.,
Los Fastidios,
The Fuzztones,
Sun City Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
Nik Kershaw,
Newcleus,
Flipper,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Kinks,
Agitation Free,
Eric Copeland,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tres Demented,
Harry Pussy,
Outsiders,
Crooked Eye,
The Birthday Party,
Cheater Slicks,
The Residents,
Barbara Tucker,
Radiohead,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DJ Sneak,
Minutemen,
LL Cool J,
Jerry's Kids,
The Raincoats,
Arcadia,
Supertramp,
Intrusion,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.