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 Antigua and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Warren Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
Quando Quango,
Skriet,
Delta 5,
Jeru the Damaja,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thompson Twins,
John Holt,
Lungfish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smoke,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tomorrow,
China Crisis,
Pierre Henry,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joensuu 1685,
Theoretical Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiohead,
Gabor Szabo,
Bang On A Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Niagra,
Schoolly D,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
CMW,
Minutemen,
The Saints,
Unrelated Segments,
Fluxion,
Dennis Brown,
Groovy Waters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Porter Ricks,
The Star Department,
The Names,
The Seeds,
New York Dolls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ten City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brass Construction,
Country Joe & The Fish,
D'Angelo,
Marine Girls,
Bronski Beat,
The Searchers,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Sherman,
Kerri Chandler,
Frankie Knuckles,
David Axelrod,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.