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 Haiti and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Oblivians to the grime 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Arab on Radar,
Lebanon Hanover,
Youth Brigade,
Nirvana,
Todd Terry,
Marmalade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Parrish,
Technova,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
L. Decosne,
Guru Guru,
Sister Nancy,
Max Romeo,
Smog,
Fatback Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moss Icon,
Urselle,
Scratch Acid,
Half Japanese,
Kool Moe Dee,
China Crisis,
Davy DMX,
the Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
Clear Light,
Crime,
The Angels of Light,
Nico,
Tropical Tobacco,
Saccharine Trust,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smiths,
Shoche,
The Fire Engines,
Anakelly,
Letta Mbulu,
cv313,
Marine Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Music Machine,
Joey Negro,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blossom Toes,
Freddie Wadling,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxette,
the Germs,
Flipper,
Jeru the Damaja,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sällskapet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neil Young,
The Litter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Shuggie Otis,
The Happenings,
Ituana,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.