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 Armenia and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joy Division to the jazz 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Zero Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
K-Klass,
Terry Callier,
The Remains,
Niagra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxette,
Cymande,
Brass Construction,
8 Eyed Spy,
Swans,
The Real Kids,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Patti Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gun Club,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reagan Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Make Up,
The Cowsills,
Connie Case,
Arab on Radar,
Darondo,
Symarip,
Kayak,
Metal Thangz,
Charles Mingus,
Delta 5,
Drexciya,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Womack,
Pet Shop Boys,
One Last Wish,
Tom Boy,
Royal Trux,
Mars,
The Smoke,
Deadbeat,
Henry Cow,
The Fortunes,
The Count Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dead Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kaleidoscope,
Anakelly,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Lydon,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Lynne,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.