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 Mauritania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
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 chamberlin 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 Flash Fearless to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Young Marble Giants,
Guru Guru,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
Royal Trux,
The Count Five,
The Techniques,
Cymande,
The Remains,
DJ Sneak,
Brothers Johnson,
Blancmange,
The Neon Judgement,
The Moleskins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Kinks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Audionom,
Bluetip,
ABBA,
Surgeon,
Desert Stars,
Wings,
The Misunderstood,
Dark Day,
Los Fastidios,
Urselle,
Amazonics,
The Residents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sällskapet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Angry Samoans,
Bill Near,
The Invisible,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Reuben Wilson,
Khruangbin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Newcleus,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Glenn Branca,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dirtbombs,
Ten City,
Anakelly,
Arthur Verocai,
Panda Bear,
The Gap Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Main Source,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yazoo,
Lungfish,
James White and The Blacks,
Altered Images,
Ossler,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.