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 Tunisia and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Harry Pussy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
The Fuzztones,
Massinfluence,
Circle Jerks,
June Days,
Television Personalities,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Junior Murvin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lower 48,
Mr. Review,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick May,
Kas Product,
Reuben Wilson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Gang Dance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sixth Finger,
Brass Construction,
Steve Hackett,
Loose Ends,
Eli Mardock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deadbeat,
Grey Daturas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Teasers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Association,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter and Kerry,
Ituana,
Whodini,
Sister Nancy,
Juan Atkins,
The Litter,
Slick Rick,
Los Fastidios,
Pere Ubu,
Animal Collective,
Surgeon,
Half Japanese,
Talk Talk,
Zero Boys,
Boredoms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Shoche,
Livin' Joy,
Brothers Johnson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Sheep,
Marc Almond,
Minutemen,
Oblivians,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.