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 Congo and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 X-Ray Spex to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter and Kerry,
Laurel Aitken,
Skarface,
June of 44,
X-Ray Spex,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moody Blues,
Deakin,
The Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
Surgeon,
Joey Negro,
Rekid,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Underground Resistance,
Jacques Brel,
Saccharine Trust,
The Residents,
The Velvet Underground,
Glenn Branca,
Agent Orange,
The Busters,
Ponytail,
Excepter,
Eric Copeland,
Ultra Naté,
Alton Ellis,
Swell Maps,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Neon Judgement,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Maleditus Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
New Order,
Skriet,
Technova,
Bill Wells,
Duran Duran,
Barry Ungar,
Negative Approach,
Cluster,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brass Construction,
Q and Not U,
Black Sheep,
The Skatalites,
Das Ding,
The Martian,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter & Gordon,
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Vogues,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.