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 Mozambique and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Panda Bear to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Robert Görl,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quando Quango,
Los Fastidios,
Cheater Slicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Little Man,
Boz Scaggs,
World's Most,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
CMW,
MDC,
New York Dolls,
James White and The Blacks,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Faust,
B.T. Express,
Colin Newman,
Suicide,
ABC,
The Zeros,
La Düsseldorf,
Althea and Donna,
UT,
Unrelated Segments,
Brothers Johnson,
Absolute Body Control,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Darondo,
Joyce Sims,
Joey Negro,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
Schoolly D,
The Victims,
Blancmange,
The Pretty Things,
The Leaves,
Outsiders,
The Dead C,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Camberwell Now,
Ken Boothe,
Supertramp,
Dennis Brown,
Pierre Henry,
The Fugs,
X-102,
Terry Callier,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.