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 Vanuatu 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Boredoms 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
World's Most,
Dawn Penn,
T. Rex,
Popol Vuh,
Livin' Joy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mantronix,
Moebius,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Niagra,
Parry Music,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Moon,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radio Birdman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Buckinghams,
Eve St. Jones,
John Cale,
Stetsasonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeru the Damaja,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Lynne,
Cybotron,
Animal Collective,
Juan Atkins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Searchers,
Unwound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ludus,
Charles Mingus,
Subhumans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alphaville,
Zapp,
ABBA,
Rekid,
Roger Hodgson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-102,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispy Ambulance,
OOIOO,
Monks,
Eli Mardock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.