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 Botswana and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Glenn Branca to the jazz 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Terry Callier,
Schoolly D,
Q65,
Sexual Harrassment,
Underground Resistance,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
K-Klass,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy Collins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stereo Dub,
Radiohead,
China Crisis,
Pantaleimon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deadbeat,
The New Christs,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blues Magoos,
Hot Snakes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Glenn Branca,
The Trojans,
Excepter,
Rakim,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare,
Aloha Tigers,
Todd Terry,
Essential Logic,
Gang Gang Dance,
This Heat,
The Gap Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Near,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arcadia,
Chrome,
The Leaves,
Franke,
The Blackbyrds,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jawbox,
Warren Ellis,
The Human League,
Eric Copeland,
Metal Thangz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Angels of Light,
Terrestrial Tones,
Judy Mowatt,
Silicon Teens,
Von Mondo,
Ituana,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.