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 the UAE 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Infiniti to the techno 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
Unrelated Segments,
Slick Rick,
Kas Product,
Grauzone,
Goldenarms,
Unwound,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gladiators,
Scan 7,
Sonny Sharrock,
B.T. Express,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Flag,
New Order,
New York Dolls,
T. Rex,
the Slits,
The Associates,
Tres Demented,
Q and Not U,
Arcadia,
Underground Resistance,
Yazoo,
Das Ding,
Janne Schatter,
Clear Light,
The Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Walker Brothers,
Amazonics,
Ultravox,
Johnny Clarke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Can,
The Techniques,
Gong,
Angry Samoans,
Colin Newman,
Kayak,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scratch Acid,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dirtbombs,
Deepchord,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ten City,
Dead Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gap Band,
Agent Orange,
David Bowie,
Bootsy Collins,
Chrome,
The Tremeloes,
Eurythmics,
The Smiths,
ABC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.