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 New Zealand and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Masters at Work to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Bar-Kays,
Ponytail,
Oblivians,
Joe Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
The Mummies,
Sister Nancy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gap Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Porter Ricks,
Jawbox,
Lou Christie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Buzzcocks,
Soul II Soul,
Glenn Branca,
Dead Boys,
Masters at Work,
Stiv Bators,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Görl,
Qualms,
ABC,
The Standells,
Minny Pops,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Techniques,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Modern Lovers,
The Misunderstood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Vogues,
Mandrill,
Anthony Braxton,
The Associates,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fuzztones,
Fela Kuti,
Young Marble Giants,
Zapp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fugazi,
48th St. Collective,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sugar Minott,
Scion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Crash Course in Science,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.