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 Slovakia and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 48th St. Collective to the punk 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Lee Hazlewood,
Little Man,
Mantronix,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scion,
Marmalade,
Television,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rod Modell,
Yusef Lateef,
The Offenders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echospace,
H. Thieme,
Minnie Riperton,
The J.B.'s,
Ronnie Foster,
China Crisis,
Pagans,
John Holt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fugazi,
Bush Tetras,
The Grass Roots,
F. McDonald,
Suicide,
Morten Harket,
Skaos,
Aaron Thompson,
Spoonie Gee,
The American Breed,
John Foxx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Terry,
Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Monks,
This Heat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
D'Angelo,
Flipper,
Surgeon,
World's Most,
Rekid,
Matthew Halsall,
Talk Talk,
Mr. Review,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül,
The New Christs,
Cecil Taylor,
Brass Construction,
Severed Heads,
Pussy Galore,
Heaven 17,
Drive Like Jehu,
The United States of America,
Wire,
The Gap Band,
The Remains,
Minny Pops,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.