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 Spain and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Junior Murvin 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Wire,
The Litter,
Subhumans,
Little Man,
Audionom,
PIL,
Mr. Review,
X-Ray Spex,
Isaac Hayes,
Sandy B,
Cymande,
The Cowsills,
Brand Nubian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fugs,
Reagan Youth,
Yaz,
DJ Style,
Arab on Radar,
OOIOO,
Absolute Body Control,
Theoretical Girls,
Vainqueur,
Warren Ellis,
Second Layer,
Blake Baxter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Panda Bear,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Evens,
Piero Umiliani,
Country Teasers,
Lakeside,
the Human League,
Sparks,
Adolescents,
Easy Going,
Gerry Rafferty,
Urselle,
Pagans,
Supertramp,
Goldenarms,
Sonic Youth,
Deadbeat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sam Rivers,
Peter & Gordon,
The Monochrome Set,
Slick Rick,
Moss Icon,
Schoolly D,
Agent Orange,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roxette,
Judy Mowatt,
Kayak,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.