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 Dominica and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Reagan Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Lightning Bolt,
The American Breed,
Michelle Simonal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ronnie Foster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra,
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Hill,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxette,
The Offenders,
Hashim,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers,
Toni Rubio,
Warsaw,
Excepter,
Ohio Players,
Don Cherry,
Basic Channel,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
World's Most,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liliput,
Dorothy Ashby,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Newcleus,
Eurythmics,
Albert Ayler,
Circle Jerks,
Visage,
Kayak,
Drexciya,
Alison Limerick,
Y Pants,
Sexual Harrassment,
Surgeon,
This Heat,
Throbbing Gristle,
U.S. Maple,
The Smoke,
Iggy Pop,
China Crisis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nirvana,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slits,
The Names,
EPMD,
Bobby Sherman,
Dead Boys,
the Soft Cell,
The Seeds,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.