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 Tonga and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang On A Can,
Minnie Riperton,
Carl Craig,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vladislav Delay,
Wire,
In Retrospect,
Aswad,
Quando Quango,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül II,
This Heat,
Derrick Morgan,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Misunderstood,
Theoretical Girls,
Bluetip,
Circle Jerks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sarah Menescal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lower 48,
The Doors,
Eurythmics,
Agitation Free,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gories,
The Happenings,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter and Kerry,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Association,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Music Machine,
John Lydon,
Von Mondo,
Niagra,
Kurtis Blow,
Eden Ahbez,
Sister Nancy,
Talk Talk,
Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Godley & Creme,
Kaleidoscope,
The Skatalites,
Main Source,
New Order,
the Sonics,
Ultra Naté,
Cluster,
Barbara Tucker,
Arcadia,
Derrick May,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.