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 Barbados and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Agent Orange to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Vainqueur,
Peter & Gordon,
Rosa Yemen,
Wasted Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Shoche,
DNA,
Eddi Front,
OOIOO,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sound,
Nico,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Altered Images,
Todd Rundgren,
Talk Talk,
The Barracudas,
Pole,
Aural Exciters,
Sixth Finger,
Aswad,
Blossom Toes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quadrant,
Wally Richardson,
Maleditus Sound,
Brick,
Quantec,
Erykah Badu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terrestrial Tones,
L. Decosne,
MC5,
Ken Boothe,
Isaac Hayes,
A Certain Ratio,
Janne Schatter,
Flash Fearless,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Smooth,
Cymande,
Niagra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dawn Penn,
Japan,
The Velvet Underground,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boredoms,
Deakin,
The Techniques,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang On A Can,
The Gap Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.