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 Eritrea and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Half Japanese to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
The Martian,
Brass Construction,
The Durutti Column,
Arcadia,
Ornette Coleman,
The Invisible,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fall,
Echospace,
Circle Jerks,
Carl Craig,
Jeru the Damaja,
Negative Approach,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Pus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
Junior Murvin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yazoo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sparks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lower 48,
The Cramps,
Darondo,
Average White Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cowsills,
R.M.O.,
David McCallum,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fugazi,
Althea and Donna,
John Foxx,
Dave Gahan,
David Axelrod,
Bill Near,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Byron Stingily,
Alphaville,
The Smiths,
Crash Course in Science,
Marine Girls,
Magma,
Morten Harket,
Susan Cadogan,
Tears for Fears,
Wings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Infiniti,
The Golliwogs,
Barry Ungar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moleskins,
Nirvana,
La Düsseldorf,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.