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 Kiribati and from Salvador.
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 Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Searchers to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Black Flag,
Black Bananas,
In Retrospect,
The Searchers,
Depeche Mode,
Mandrill,
Schoolly D,
Intrusion,
The Birthday Party,
Kenny Larkin,
Wasted Youth,
Cybotron,
Camberwell Now,
UT,
The Fugs,
Lakeside,
The Pop Group,
Howard Jones,
Smog,
Scratch Acid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Michelle Simonal,
Television,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dual Sessions,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terry Callier,
The Monks,
Alton Ellis,
X-101,
The Zeros,
The Velvet Underground,
Girls At Our Best!,
Guru Guru,
Tres Demented,
Scientists,
World's Most,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Sonics,
Amon Düül,
The Real Kids,
Aural Exciters,
Moss Icon,
Pierre Henry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Parry Music,
Piero Umiliani,
Cameo,
The Remains,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Icehouse,
Kerri Chandler,
The Residents,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scott Walker,
Blake Baxter,
The Sound,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.