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 Tunisia and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marshall Jefferson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Section 25,
a-ha,
Erasure,
Ice-T,
The Moleskins,
Sarah Menescal,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joey Negro,
Camberwell Now,
Pussy Galore,
Blossom Toes,
The Fugs,
Rites of Spring,
Lightning Bolt,
Jacob Miller,
ABBA,
Don Cherry,
Scientists,
China Crisis,
Black Bananas,
DJ Sneak,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Bourne,
The Techniques,
Lalann,
The Martian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Last Poets,
Wings,
Black Flag,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doors,
The Remains,
Gang of Four,
The Star Department,
Steve Hackett,
The Invisible,
Soft Cell,
One Last Wish,
Adolescents,
Silicon Teens,
Flipper,
The Music Machine,
Icehouse,
Drexciya,
The Pop Group,
Alton Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
10cc,
The Cramps,
New Age Steppers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Index,
the Sonics,
Audionom,
Sun City Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.