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 Malta and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Tropical Tobacco 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
The Tremeloes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lucky Dragons,
Scan 7,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Techniques,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Maurizio,
Graham Central Station,
Youth Brigade,
The Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
Heaven 17,
Davy DMX,
Eric B and Rakim,
Icehouse,
The Slits,
Ohio Players,
T. Rex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Glenn Branca,
Slave,
Schoolly D,
Rapeman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Albert Ayler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dual Sessions,
This Heat,
Jimmy McGriff,
La Düsseldorf,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Womack,
T.S.O.L.,
OOIOO,
Fela Kuti,
The Last Poets,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Babytalk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lalann,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
B.T. Express,
Wasted Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Deepchord,
Josef K,
Gichy Dan,
The Evens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scott Walker,
Dorothy Ashby,
LL Cool J,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Toni Rubio,
Buzzcocks,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.