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 Honduras and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bush Tetras to the dance 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gong,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers,
Magazine,
the Association,
The Moleskins,
Morten Harket,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blake Baxter,
These Immortal Souls,
The Golliwogs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Womack,
Todd Terry,
Scion,
Ludus,
Minor Threat,
Depeche Mode,
Thompson Twins,
Sun City Girls,
The Martian,
Nico,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fela Kuti,
Bill Near,
John Lydon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Howard Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
Sparks,
The Standells,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
Nas,
The Last Poets,
Siglo XX,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rakim,
Porter Ricks,
Rites of Spring,
This Heat,
Dual Sessions,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Litter,
cv313,
Basic Channel,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Machine,
Y Pants,
The Fugs,
Tres Demented,
Nirvana,
Black Bananas,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.