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 the UAE and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 New York Dolls to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Index,
John Foxx,
Spandau Ballet,
Graham Central Station,
Joe Finger,
Mark Hollis,
Massinfluence,
Gichy Dan,
Susan Cadogan,
Aural Exciters,
10cc,
Buzzcocks,
Roxy Music,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Sherman,
The Selecter,
Anakelly,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Red Krayola,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wolf Eyes,
Fear,
Prince Buster,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantaleimon,
Black Moon,
The Motions,
The Buckinghams,
The Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
Slave,
New Age Steppers,
Sight & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Infiniti,
Goldenarms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aloha Tigers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Niagra,
LL Cool J,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Busters,
Robert Wyatt,
MDC,
Sonny Sharrock,
In Retrospect,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxette,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.