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 Sweden and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Dead Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Techniques,
Don Cherry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zapp,
The Gories,
Absolute Body Control,
Japan,
The Wake,
Sunsets and Hearts,
EPMD,
Man Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Basic Channel,
John Cale,
Pole,
Blossom Toes,
Spoonie Gee,
Ornette Coleman,
Cal Tjader,
The Beau Brummels,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ice-T,
Carl Craig,
Pulsallama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cybotron,
Lucky Dragons,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Siglo XX,
New Order,
Lungfish,
Barrington Levy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Teasers,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül II,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick May,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
kango's stein massive,
Severed Heads,
Lightning Bolt,
Hashim,
The Motions,
Steve Hackett,
Sam Rivers,
Depeche Mode,
Darondo,
Thee Headcoats,
Organ,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.