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 South Sudan and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 The Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Cluster,
David McCallum,
The Selecter,
Zapp,
Alison Limerick,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Move,
In Retrospect,
Magma,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sugar Minott,
X-101,
Amon Düül,
The Misunderstood,
The Gap Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Electric Prunes,
Toni Rubio,
The Real Kids,
Quando Quango,
Letta Mbulu,
B.T. Express,
Roxy Music,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Busters,
Black Pus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Divine Comedy,
Clear Light,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
Lower 48,
The Skatalites,
New Age Steppers,
Eddi Front,
Roxette,
Soul II Soul,
The Velvet Underground,
Mission of Burma,
Joe Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Donny Hathaway,
Masters at Work,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dead Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Archie Shepp,
Byron Stingily,
Max Romeo,
Suicide,
Fluxion,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Green,
The Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
The J.B.'s,
Model 500,
Flipper,
Jacques Brel,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.