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 Norway and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 8 Eyed Spy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sonics,
Brick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donald Byrd,
R.M.O.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter and Kerry,
Oblivians,
Marvin Gaye,
Main Source,
The Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
The Zeros,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moody Blues,
Marmalade,
Jawbox,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lindisfarne,
Mo-Dettes,
MC5,
James White and The Blacks,
The Velvet Underground,
Ken Boothe,
Buzzcocks,
kango's stein massive,
Tubeway Army,
Sparks,
Maurizio,
The Count Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Move,
the Germs,
Amazonics,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Al Stewart,
Fad Gadget,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gong,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aswad,
Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sister Nancy,
Eve St. Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Christie,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Circle Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
10cc,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Red Krayola,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.