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 Antigua and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blackbyrds to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Green,
China Crisis,
Pantytec,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Foxx,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
Crispian St. Peters,
Second Layer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zapp,
Reagan Youth,
The Wake,
Minor Threat,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boz Scaggs,
Aloha Tigers,
48th St. Collective,
Anthony Braxton,
Subhumans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
R.M.O.,
Eric Dolphy,
Funkadelic,
Radiohead,
These Immortal Souls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gun Club,
Tom Boy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Piero Umiliani,
The Flesh Eaters,
E-Dancer,
Marmalade,
Nico,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moss Icon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echospace,
Severed Heads,
Chrome,
Basic Channel,
Maurizio,
Deadbeat,
Duran Duran,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Copeland,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Massinfluence,
Procol Harum,
The Offenders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Los Fastidios,
Au Pairs,
Camberwell Now,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.