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 United States and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fuzztones to the disco 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Robert Görl,
Symarip,
Fluxion,
The Evens,
Spoonie Gee,
Joy Division,
Gichy Dan,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Dolphy,
Harmonia,
Man Eating Sloth,
Metal Thangz,
Black Moon,
LL Cool J,
Mars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Josef K,
Malaria!,
DJ Style,
Minnie Riperton,
Pagans,
Bobby Womack,
Barry Ungar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fugs,
Hashim,
The Wake,
Letta Mbulu,
Au Pairs,
Eden Ahbez,
L. Decosne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
JFA,
Hardrive,
The Star Department,
Rites of Spring,
A Flock of Seagulls,
PIL,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Maleditus Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Negative Approach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Sherman,
R.M.O.,
The Litter,
Arab on Radar,
Guru Guru,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flash Fearless,
Scrapy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gap Band,
The Stooges,
Jacques Brel,
Parry Music,
Cluster,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.