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 El Salvador and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Buckinghams to the electroclash 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Moon,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra,
the Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Pere Ubu,
Don Cherry,
Chris & Cosey,
The Evens,
Fluxion,
Gabor Szabo,
Connie Case,
Black Sheep,
Circle Jerks,
Lalann,
James White and The Blacks,
A Certain Ratio,
Unwound,
Dual Sessions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Knickerbockers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sight & Sound,
ABBA,
Cybotron,
Flash Fearless,
Rod Modell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nico,
Scrapy,
Steve Hackett,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Holt,
Erykah Badu,
Ronnie Foster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moss Icon,
Minor Threat,
Gang Green,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Swans,
The Slits,
Skarface,
E-Dancer,
Soft Cell,
The Pop Group,
Wings,
Brass Construction,
CMW,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cheater Slicks,
Nils Olav,
Tubeway Army,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.