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 Russia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 David Bowie 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 A Certain Ratio to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
the Slits,
The Fire Engines,
Mars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Au Pairs,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lyres,
Royal Trux,
the Human League,
Yazoo,
the Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
Scientists,
Pantytec,
Dave Gahan,
Technova,
Terry Callier,
The New Christs,
Cluster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bauhaus,
Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
Agent Orange,
Prince Buster,
Sun City Girls,
Massinfluence,
Magazine,
Archie Shepp,
The Fugs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q and Not U,
Mr. Review,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Section 25,
Yusef Lateef,
Funky Four + One,
Flipper,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cramps,
Yellowson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cheater Slicks,
the Germs,
Peter and Kerry,
John Holt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yaz,
Loose Ends,
One Last Wish,
David Bowie,
The Angels of Light,
Jeff Lynne,
Crime,
Roy Ayers,
Ronnie Foster,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.