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 Bhutan and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
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 organ 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Mills,
The Busters,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Birthday Party,
Banda Bassotti,
Barrington Levy,
Kerri Chandler,
Sister Nancy,
Au Pairs,
Niagra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young,
Cameo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rod Modell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Judy Mowatt,
Agitation Free,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nirvana,
World's Most,
Soft Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Sneak,
Agent Orange,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dual Sessions,
Gong,
Cluster,
Yellowson,
Mantronix,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minor Threat,
Fat Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cure,
Infiniti,
Popol Vuh,
Inner City,
Danielle Patucci,
Quadrant,
Roxette,
Radio Birdman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slackers,
Brick,
Urselle,
Ludus,
The Slits,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tres Demented,
Shoche,
John Lydon,
John Coltrane,
Ossler,
Suicide,
Pylon,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.