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 Nauru and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Symarip to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
OOIOO,
Malaria!,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Starr,
Black Moon,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fatback Band,
Wings,
Audionom,
Section 25,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dead C,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Happenings,
Dead Boys,
Rakim,
The Gun Club,
The Pretty Things,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brick,
Lou Reed,
the Slits,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Magma,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monochrome Set,
Altered Images,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Little Man,
Al Stewart,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swans,
The Litter,
Albert Ayler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brothers Johnson,
The Beau Brummels,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fuzztones,
Das Ding,
Pylon,
Dave Gahan,
Pagans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erykah Badu,
the Association,
Thompson Twins,
Pulsallama,
Crime,
Slave,
The Walker Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.