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 Bulgaria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Smoke to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Stiv Bators,
Tres Demented,
kango's stein massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blossom Toes,
The Sound,
Underground Resistance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
K-Klass,
Clear Light,
The Angels of Light,
Radio Birdman,
The Toasters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
the Human League,
Sam Rivers,
Skaos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New York Dolls,
Fad Gadget,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dawn Penn,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ponytail,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dead C,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Maleditus Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Sonic Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Massinfluence,
Television Personalities,
The Blues Magoos,
UT,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Section 25,
Infiniti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mummies,
Robert Wyatt,
James White and The Blacks,
Drive Like Jehu,
FM Einheit,
Fluxion,
Q65,
Ice-T,
Zero Boys,
Can,
Deadbeat,
the Association,
Yellowson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.