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 Antigua and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Joe Smooth to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Glenn Branca,
Kurtis Blow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Prince Buster,
The Selecter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pierre Henry,
The Motions,
Mo-Dettes,
Outsiders,
Dark Day,
Gabor Szabo,
Brick,
Blancmange,
The Gladiators,
Television,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unrelated Segments,
Joy Division,
Marvin Gaye,
The Birthday Party,
Hoover,
Leonard Cohen,
Eve St. Jones,
Minutemen,
Lungfish,
Toni Rubio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mandrill,
The Fugs,
The Pop Group,
John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gong,
Spandau Ballet,
Little Man,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Vogues,
The Moody Blues,
Simply Red,
The Busters,
The Searchers,
Lalann,
Altered Images,
Faust,
The Kinks,
the Soft Cell,
Wire,
Tres Demented,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Near,
Jeff Lynne,
Niagra,
Piero Umiliani,
Tom Boy,
Masters at Work,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.