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 Azerbaijan and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Searchers to the disco 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Görl,
Kayak,
Grauzone,
Black Pus,
the Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
Josef K,
Pantaleimon,
Inner City,
Lindisfarne,
The Divine Comedy,
Quando Quango,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yellowson,
Organ,
Hot Snakes,
Ohio Players,
The Gap Band,
LL Cool J,
The Walker Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Basic Channel,
Jandek,
The Pretty Things,
Black Sheep,
Surgeon,
Fugazi,
Visage,
Sound Behaviour,
Reagan Youth,
Nils Olav,
Aural Exciters,
Lyres,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Young Marble Giants,
Pussy Galore,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Angels of Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
AZ,
Derrick May,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Massinfluence,
Section 25,
the Bar-Kays,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Happenings,
The Cure,
Average White Band,
Black Bananas,
Monks,
Dave Gahan,
The Grass Roots,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Wake,
Gabor Szabo,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.