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 Slovakia and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Loose Ends to the grunge 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Television,
Neu!,
Man Parrish,
Inner City,
Peter & Gordon,
Connie Case,
Ronan,
ABBA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cheater Slicks,
Scan 7,
X-101,
Stetsasonic,
Radiohead,
The Neon Judgement,
Newcleus,
Sam Rivers,
Drexciya,
Von Mondo,
Tom Boy,
Roxy Music,
Joyce Sims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harmonia,
Kaleidoscope,
Ludus,
Barbara Tucker,
Max Romeo,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Velvet Underground,
Yellowson,
Cameo,
Soul Sonic Force,
K-Klass,
Nik Kershaw,
Procol Harum,
Dual Sessions,
the Swans,
Rod Modell,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dirtbombs,
Bronski Beat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Youth Brigade,
New Age Steppers,
Kevin Saunderson,
One Last Wish,
Steve Hackett,
Brand Nubian,
Unrelated Segments,
Amazonics,
Electric Prunes,
Cymande,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ice-T,
Janne Schatter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anthony Braxton,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.