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 Suriname and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Skaos to the funk 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pere Ubu,
Mission of Burma,
The Gories,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minnie Riperton,
Dave Gahan,
The New Christs,
Zapp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Wells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alphaville,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fluxion,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
Magma,
Danielle Patucci,
OOIOO,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dark Day,
H. Thieme,
New York Dolls,
The Doors,
UT,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skaos,
Hardrive,
Joy Division,
Royal Trux,
Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
B.T. Express,
The Remains,
the Human League,
Rod Modell,
Blossom Toes,
The Young Rascals,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Subhumans,
David Axelrod,
The Index,
Anthony Braxton,
Pagans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crash Course in Science,
KRS-One,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Walker Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Toni Rubio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
Tropical Tobacco,
Animal Collective,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.