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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
The Durutti Column,
K-Klass,
The Zeros,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Copeland,
Colin Newman,
The Busters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Judy Mowatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Womack,
Theoretical Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scientists,
E-Dancer,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fire Engines,
The Techniques,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cymande,
The Doors,
the Fania All-Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mo-Dettes,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nas,
Mars,
kango's stein massive,
Tom Boy,
Malaria!,
Blancmange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Max Romeo,
Pylon,
The Monochrome Set,
Darondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eve St. Jones,
Bush Tetras,
Marshall Jefferson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Trojans,
Groovy Waters,
The Residents,
Absolute Body Control,
Youth Brigade,
Prince Buster,
Unwound,
The Beau Brummels,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Aloha Tigers,
Interpol,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Görl,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.