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 Uruguay 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Tim Buckley to the grunge 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mark Hollis,
Ken Boothe,
Wings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Simply Red,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ponytail,
Television,
Yellowson,
Banda Bassotti,
Pagans,
Slick Rick,
Accadde A,
The Tremeloes,
Essential Logic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
Hoover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Count Five,
Fatback Band,
Radiohead,
Mandrill,
Unwound,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Black Dice,
Excepter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Severed Heads,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Derrick May,
John Foxx,
Theoretical Girls,
Newcleus,
the Normal,
Lou Reed,
The Sonics,
The Happenings,
Kevin Saunderson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ornette Coleman,
Joensuu 1685,
Saccharine Trust,
The Skatalites,
Crooked Eye,
Thee Headcoats,
The Grass Roots,
Bauhaus,
The New Christs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Youth Brigade,
The Birthday Party,
Half Japanese,
Rosa Yemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Germs,
Echospace,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.