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 Cyprus and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Aaron Thompson to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
The Gories,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter & Gordon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barrington Levy,
The New Christs,
Michelle Simonal,
Ice-T,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minutemen,
Bang On A Can,
Yaz,
Ronnie Foster,
The Toasters,
The Misunderstood,
Excepter,
Whodini,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Procol Harum,
The J.B.'s,
Joyce Sims,
Skarface,
Joe Finger,
Bush Tetras,
The Trojans,
Gong,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ituana,
Wings,
The Neon Judgement,
Quando Quango,
The Motions,
Graham Central Station,
The Moody Blues,
Depeche Mode,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amon Düül II,
Byron Stingily,
Sex Pistols,
PIL,
Crash Course in Science,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Byrd,
This Heat,
Skaos,
Dave Gahan,
Thee Headcoats,
Scientists,
Reuben Wilson,
Arab on Radar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lalann,
The Young Rascals,
Soulsonic Force,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.