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 Honduras and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 The Mojo Men to the disco 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Wings,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Machine,
R.M.O.,
UT,
The Black Dice,
Joe Finger,
Mandrill,
Arcadia,
Crime,
Ultravox,
Man Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Stooges,
Matthew Bourne,
Spoonie Gee,
Thee Headcoats,
Infiniti,
The Buckinghams,
The Monks,
Unwound,
The Techniques,
James White and The Blacks,
Fatback Band,
Monks,
Unrelated Segments,
Yaz,
Mission of Burma,
Crispy Ambulance,
Masters at Work,
Pylon,
Y Pants,
Delta 5,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sonics,
The Count Five,
The Victims,
a-ha,
Sight & Sound,
10cc,
The Pop Group,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris Corsano,
The J.B.'s,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fluxion,
Josef K,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Martian,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Offenders,
The Wake,
The Dead C,
OOIOO,
Ohio Players,
Panda Bear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Max Romeo,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.