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 Jordan and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Bush Tetras to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
New Order,
Colin Newman,
The Victims,
T.S.O.L.,
John Foxx,
PIL,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Terry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aloha Tigers,
Infiniti,
The Searchers,
Sound Behaviour,
Underground Resistance,
Ten City,
Howard Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Bananas,
Joe Finger,
Inner City,
Bootsy Collins,
Judy Mowatt,
Sandy B,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June Days,
H. Thieme,
a-ha,
Massinfluence,
Easy Going,
Magma,
F. McDonald,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brothers Johnson,
Lyres,
Cluster,
Duran Duran,
Panda Bear,
Altered Images,
Eric B and Rakim,
EPMD,
The Knickerbockers,
kango's stein massive,
Aaron Thompson,
MDC,
Babytalk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Make Up,
These Immortal Souls,
Liliput,
The Golliwogs,
The Durutti Column,
The Seeds,
Anthony Braxton,
Warsaw,
Tim Buckley,
The Modern Lovers,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.