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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Skarface to the grime 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Agitation Free,
Alphaville,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
Icehouse,
Thompson Twins,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dennis Brown,
Mantronix,
The Evens,
Gregory Isaacs,
Underground Resistance,
Masters at Work,
Isaac Hayes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Junior Murvin,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Saints,
Anthony Braxton,
Dark Day,
China Crisis,
Fluxion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Raincoats,
Bauhaus,
Johnny Clarke,
Faust,
Bill Wells,
The Moleskins,
Lower 48,
Morten Harket,
The American Breed,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brand Nubian,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxette,
Silicon Teens,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Subhumans,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radio Birdman,
Young Marble Giants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gladiators,
The Red Krayola,
the Swans,
Al Stewart,
Tommy Roe,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.