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 Yemen and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
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 guitar 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 Joyce Sims to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Camberwell Now,
Yusef Lateef,
Davy DMX,
Fela Kuti,
The New Christs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare,
Wolf Eyes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sugar Minott,
David Axelrod,
Blancmange,
Mantronix,
Mars,
PIL,
Scan 7,
Das Ding,
Jeff Mills,
Tubeway Army,
Flipper,
Bauhaus,
Anthony Braxton,
ABC,
Tom Boy,
Drexciya,
Gang of Four,
Clear Light,
T. Rex,
the Normal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Icehouse,
Minny Pops,
Shuggie Otis,
Brothers Johnson,
World's Most,
Bob Dylan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Agitation Free,
Godley & Creme,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crispy Ambulance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joey Negro,
The Gories,
Glenn Branca,
Jandek,
Little Man,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fortunes,
Dave Gahan,
Kenny Larkin,
Porter Ricks,
Lalann,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.