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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 The Gladiators to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Sex Pistols,
Accadde A,
The Litter,
Urselle,
Banda Bassotti,
The Pop Group,
Lakeside,
EPMD,
F. McDonald,
Gichy Dan,
a-ha,
Quadrant,
Skarface,
The Golliwogs,
Bluetip,
Pere Ubu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scratch Acid,
The Mummies,
Average White Band,
The Offenders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Whodini,
Minutemen,
Suburban Knight,
Nirvana,
Cluster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hardrive,
June Days,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Severed Heads,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Godley & Creme,
Byron Stingily,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monolake,
Can,
Clear Light,
Peter & Gordon,
The Searchers,
Iggy Pop,
Wasted Youth,
Radiohead,
Kenny Larkin,
Dennis Brown,
Thompson Twins,
Sound Behaviour,
Grauzone,
Bill Wells,
ABC,
David Axelrod,
Joe Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Josef K,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.