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 Kyrgyzstan and from London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Blancmange to the electroclash 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Altered Images,
Lucky Dragons,
Organ,
Archie Shepp,
Deakin,
The New Christs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Agitation Free,
The Victims,
Blossom Toes,
John Cale,
Mission of Burma,
Kayak,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Wells,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mojo Men,
Juan Atkins,
Lakeside,
Bauhaus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Black Dice,
L. Decosne,
Alton Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camberwell Now,
Motorama,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
D'Angelo,
Blake Baxter,
Carl Craig,
The Gap Band,
Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Guru Guru,
Jerry's Kids,
U.S. Maple,
Make Up,
The Buckinghams,
Arcadia,
Magma,
The Busters,
June of 44,
MDC,
Yaz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Clear Light,
The Music Machine,
Ponytail,
Procol Harum,
Panda Bear,
Mo-Dettes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Inner City,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moebius,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.