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 Uganda and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the grime 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Max Romeo,
The Victims,
Stockholm Monsters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Prunes,
Black Moon,
The Monochrome Set,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Motions,
Kaleidoscope,
The Blues Magoos,
The Human League,
Ten City,
a-ha,
Brass Construction,
Agitation Free,
Unrelated Segments,
Motorama,
Chris & Cosey,
Deadbeat,
Kayak,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James White and The Blacks,
Lyres,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
FM Einheit,
Aural Exciters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Barracudas,
Trumans Water,
Harry Pussy,
Iggy Pop,
Rekid,
Fluxion,
Simply Red,
Cameo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gong,
Jeff Lynne,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Niagra,
In Retrospect,
Black Flag,
Sugar Minott,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Sherman,
Eve St. Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed,
Circle Jerks,
Scion,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.