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 Dominica and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Rekid to the grunge 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
The Birthday Party,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cheater Slicks,
Lyres,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Todd Rundgren,
Joe Smooth,
Roger Hodgson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Talk Talk,
Ornette Coleman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sparks,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxy Music,
The American Breed,
Scan 7,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mantronix,
Darondo,
Stetsasonic,
Arthur Verocai,
The Trojans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rekid,
Sam Rivers,
CMW,
Gang Starr,
Das Ding,
Pylon,
The Monochrome Set,
Bob Dylan,
Negative Approach,
Sound Behaviour,
Eddi Front,
the Soft Cell,
ABBA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cecil Taylor,
The Busters,
Shuggie Otis,
The Wake,
Cymande,
The Misunderstood,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Flag,
Sandy B,
Schoolly D,
Essential Logic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dave Gahan,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Bourne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Dolphy,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.