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 Luxembourg and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bizarre Inc. to the dance 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Joe Finger,
Cheater Slicks,
Dead Boys,
June Days,
Reagan Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gabor Szabo,
One Last Wish,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dirtbombs,
Maurizio,
Jerry's Kids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-Ray Spex,
Guru Guru,
The Evens,
Ultravox,
Procol Harum,
The Electric Prunes,
Stetsasonic,
Radiopuhelimet,
K-Klass,
Country Teasers,
Half Japanese,
Barry Ungar,
Technova,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pierre Henry,
The Fortunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
China Crisis,
Icehouse,
Prince Buster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Green,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camberwell Now,
Tommy Roe,
The Slackers,
Eddi Front,
The Toasters,
Echospace,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kas Product,
Minnie Riperton,
Kaleidoscope,
Iggy Pop,
The Gladiators,
The Beau Brummels,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronan,
Black Moon,
Chris Corsano,
The Mojo Men,
Faraquet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Urselle,
Pet Shop Boys,
Babytalk,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.