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 Gambia and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 Pierre Henry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
The Victims,
Panda Bear,
Black Moon,
Essential Logic,
Sam Rivers,
The Birthday Party,
Juan Atkins,
The Cramps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang of Four,
Graham Central Station,
The Young Rascals,
Marine Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Organ,
Pere Ubu,
Dawn Penn,
Barclay James Harvest,
kango's stein massive,
Scratch Acid,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
LL Cool J,
Fat Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Desert Stars,
Circle Jerks,
the Germs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Sheep,
Ten City,
K-Klass,
Half Japanese,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Remains,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Letta Mbulu,
The Walker Brothers,
Eurythmics,
R.M.O.,
The Cowsills,
Metal Thangz,
Mission of Burma,
Accadde A,
John Foxx,
The American Breed,
Sugar Minott,
The Raincoats,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bootsy Collins,
Howard Jones,
Al Stewart,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Masters at Work,
The Beau Brummels,
Tears for Fears,
The Smoke,
Nils Olav,
Scion,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.