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 Brunei and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 AZ to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Whodini,
the Normal,
Gang of Four,
Harmonia,
Crime,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eddi Front,
Intrusion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pantaleimon,
Zapp,
Youth Brigade,
Al Stewart,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grauzone,
K-Klass,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Hood,
Eli Mardock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Slits,
Suicide,
Surgeon,
Agitation Free,
Yellowson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Rundgren,
Sandy B,
Half Japanese,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soul II Soul,
The Black Dice,
Sun Ra,
Erasure,
The Saints,
Liliput,
Supertramp,
Albert Ayler,
Visage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Near,
Negative Approach,
Cal Tjader,
June of 44,
The Leaves,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cybotron,
LL Cool J,
Robert Görl,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sarah Menescal,
T. Rex,
the Bar-Kays,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.