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 Russia and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Roger Hodgson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
The Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eurythmics,
Eli Mardock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Second Layer,
The Techniques,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fluxion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Litter,
Agitation Free,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ossler,
Laurel Aitken,
Fat Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Symarip,
These Immortal Souls,
Hot Snakes,
The Victims,
Wally Richardson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pere Ubu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bang On A Can,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wings,
Don Cherry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warren Ellis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Underground Resistance,
Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dennis Brown,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cybotron,
The Saints,
Clear Light,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Fraelich,
Shoche,
Andrew Hill,
E-Dancer,
LL Cool J,
Reagan Youth,
Slave,
T. Rex,
Jerry's Kids,
Byron Stingily,
The Dirtbombs,
Zapp,
X-101,
Moss Icon,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.