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 Nicaragua and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Freddie Wadling to the rap 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Das Ding,
Juan Atkins,
Severed Heads,
Deakin,
LL Cool J,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
a-ha,
The Electric Prunes,
B.T. Express,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Normal,
Bootsy Collins,
Mad Mike,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerri Chandler,
The Red Krayola,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oblivians,
Japan,
Marshall Jefferson,
The J.B.'s,
Max Romeo,
Dawn Penn,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ohio Players,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Matthew Halsall,
Basic Channel,
The Index,
The Modern Lovers,
Heaven 17,
In Retrospect,
Marc Almond,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doors,
Scratch Acid,
Lalo Schifrin,
Organ,
Spandau Ballet,
Siglo XX,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Gang Dance,
Circle Jerks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mark Hollis,
KRS-One,
Rapeman,
Moby Grape,
Roger Hodgson,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick May,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Grass Roots,
Howard Jones,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.