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 Saudi Arabia and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
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 chamberlin 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 Television Personalities to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The Tremeloes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Inner City,
X-Ray Spex,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Order,
Marvin Gaye,
Funky Four + One,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rosa Yemen,
Deepchord,
Newcleus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deadbeat,
Franke,
Joe Smooth,
Archie Shepp,
Sällskapet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
Das Ding,
The Blues Magoos,
Accadde A,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Royal Trux,
The Gories,
Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fela Kuti,
Easy Going,
Main Source,
Saccharine Trust,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Dolphy,
Outsiders,
The Vogues,
Harry Pussy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Terry,
Chrome,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tim Buckley,
Suicide,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rakim,
Howard Jones,
The New Christs,
Monks,
Guru Guru,
Tom Boy,
Alison Limerick,
Aloha Tigers,
The Knickerbockers,
Isaac Hayes,
Ituana,
Jacob Miller,
Brass Construction,
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.