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 Mauritania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Martian to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Rekid,
MC5,
New Age Steppers,
Flash Fearless,
Eli Mardock,
Bush Tetras,
MDC,
Mission of Burma,
Symarip,
Slick Rick,
The Remains,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Christie,
Heaven 17,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Bowie,
Boz Scaggs,
Rapeman,
Prince Buster,
The Five Americans,
Sixth Finger,
The Last Poets,
Wally Richardson,
Infiniti,
Hot Snakes,
Y Pants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy Collins,
Cymande,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers,
Roxy Music,
Eddi Front,
The Neon Judgement,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacques Brel,
The Cramps,
Man Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pussy Galore,
Fear,
Gabor Szabo,
the Bar-Kays,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Altered Images,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boredoms,
Radiohead,
The American Breed,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eve St. Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Trojans,
Black Pus,
ABBA,
Lou Reed,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.