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 Vanuatu and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
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 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flipper,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cymande,
Procol Harum,
the Bar-Kays,
Essential Logic,
Barbara Tucker,
Average White Band,
Easy Going,
Siglo XX,
OOIOO,
Deadbeat,
Scratch Acid,
The Velvet Underground,
Amazonics,
Rod Modell,
Joy Division,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantytec,
a-ha,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Lydon,
EPMD,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Eating Sloth,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Almond,
Freddie Wadling,
The Last Poets,
Carl Craig,
The Index,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camberwell Now,
Technova,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Simply Red,
Yaz,
Blake Baxter,
Terry Callier,
Sonic Youth,
The Wake,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mojo Men,
Scientists,
Grauzone,
Suburban Knight,
AZ,
The Mummies,
Franke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Teasers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mandrill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Christie,
Oblivians,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.