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 Vanuatu 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 John Coltrane to the grunge 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Roxette,
Make Up,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cecil Taylor,
Flipper,
The Divine Comedy,
Matthew Bourne,
Grey Daturas,
Echospace,
The Velvet Underground,
Pussy Galore,
Marine Girls,
The Barracudas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Steve Hackett,
Tom Boy,
Cybotron,
Howard Jones,
Mission of Burma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Associates,
The Star Department,
Soulsonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Human League,
Aural Exciters,
Easy Going,
The Golliwogs,
Guru Guru,
Sparks,
Eurythmics,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
One Last Wish,
Sound Behaviour,
ABC,
the Germs,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Raincoats,
Godley & Creme,
cv313,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The New Christs,
Dark Day,
Ponytail,
The Mummies,
Visage,
Anthony Braxton,
Bluetip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brothers Johnson,
Quando Quango,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Bronski Beat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ken Boothe,
In Retrospect,
Sonny Sharrock,
Monks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.