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 Saudi Arabia and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Rod Modell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
June Days,
Joe Smooth,
Organ,
Qualms,
New Order,
The Mummies,
Rekid,
DJ Sneak,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Angels of Light,
Motorama,
AZ,
Inner City,
Animal Collective,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Depeche Mode,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pagans,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gap Band,
David McCallum,
John Holt,
Monolake,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Stooges,
Royal Trux,
Oblivians,
Shoche,
kango's stein massive,
These Immortal Souls,
Patti Smith,
The Zeros,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
R.M.O.,
The Velvet Underground,
Ossler,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Vogues,
Gichy Dan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Severed Heads,
Hot Snakes,
Davy DMX,
Don Cherry,
Bauhaus,
Intrusion,
Suburban Knight,
Pulsallama,
Jacob Miller,
Cecil Taylor,
Zapp,
Hardrive,
Model 500,
Fela Kuti,
Steve Hackett,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.