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 Tuvalu and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Roxy Music to the grime 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Smog,
Television,
Audionom,
Warsaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lakeside,
the Sonics,
Anakelly,
Panda Bear,
The Dirtbombs,
Mantronix,
Underground Resistance,
The Blues Magoos,
Boredoms,
the Human League,
The Index,
The Searchers,
Mission of Burma,
Loose Ends,
Donny Hathaway,
Ten City,
June Days,
The Zeros,
The Fortunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Icehouse,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lyres,
Howard Jones,
Chris Corsano,
Whodini,
Franke,
Max Romeo,
Qualms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pole,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skarface,
The Mummies,
the Germs,
Cluster,
Sparks,
The Cramps,
Bill Near,
Marine Girls,
The Doors,
The Stooges,
Excepter,
Leonard Cohen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fela Kuti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angry Samoans,
Steve Hackett,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.