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 Comoros and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Black Flag 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dave Gahan,
LL Cool J,
Aural Exciters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Graham Central Station,
Hardrive,
Sparks,
Brick,
This Heat,
The Slackers,
Pet Shop Boys,
New Order,
The Gories,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy Collins,
Essential Logic,
The Barracudas,
ABC,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Mills,
Goldenarms,
The Move,
Josef K,
Robert Wyatt,
Cymande,
Crooked Eye,
Khruangbin,
Mandrill,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eli Mardock,
Trumans Water,
Wally Richardson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ituana,
Tom Boy,
the Soft Cell,
Lightning Bolt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vainqueur,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soft Machine,
Urselle,
Pantaleimon,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gladiators,
Mo-Dettes,
Shuggie Otis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ten City,
Boz Scaggs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blackbyrds,
Lalann,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.