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 New Zealand 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Buckinghams to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
The Velvet Underground,
The Offenders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blake Baxter,
Yusef Lateef,
Drive Like Jehu,
Qualms,
Deakin,
B.T. Express,
Funky Four + One,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pussy Galore,
Groovy Waters,
Chris Corsano,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Enemy,
The Blackbyrds,
Carl Craig,
Scratch Acid,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dead Boys,
DNA,
Japan,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Black Dice,
The Doors,
The Barracudas,
Max Romeo,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Womack,
the Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Misunderstood,
U.S. Maple,
cv313,
Zapp,
Moebius,
Fela Kuti,
Adolescents,
Porter Ricks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Loose Ends,
These Immortal Souls,
Tears for Fears,
Mr. Review,
Sound Behaviour,
Mission of Burma,
Albert Ayler,
Grauzone,
The Zeros,
Marvin Gaye,
Dual Sessions,
Monolake,
New York Dolls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minny Pops,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.