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 Poland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Yazoo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Scratch Acid,
K-Klass,
The Gories,
Boredoms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultra Naté,
Con Funk Shun,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
Rufus Thomas,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gap Band,
Tubeway Army,
Piero Umiliani,
The New Christs,
LL Cool J,
Ultravox,
Goldenarms,
Y Pants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hot Snakes,
Suicide,
Blancmange,
Fad Gadget,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gong,
cv313,
John Foxx,
Deakin,
Underground Resistance,
Leonard Cohen,
Fugazi,
Agitation Free,
Pere Ubu,
Scrapy,
Davy DMX,
Pantytec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vainqueur,
Stiv Bators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
Lower 48,
Scott Walker,
Fat Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Icehouse,
Grey Daturas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Angry Samoans,
Niagra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Silicon Teens,
The Fortunes,
The Cramps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.