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 Moldova and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Iggy Pop to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Al Stewart,
Robert Görl,
Pierre Henry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Goldenarms,
Eric Copeland,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smoke,
the Slits,
Rekid,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Howard Jones,
Half Japanese,
Guru Guru,
Skriet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thee Headcoats,
Simply Red,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nico,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Durutti Column,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cal Tjader,
Procol Harum,
Archie Shepp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Clarke,
John Foxx,
H. Thieme,
The Pretty Things,
The Techniques,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dirtbombs,
The Associates,
Radiohead,
Ossler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Evens,
Smog,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moody Blues,
The Detroit Cobras,
LL Cool J,
The Seeds,
cv313,
Parry Music,
Max Romeo,
The Victims,
Dead Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
Carl Craig,
Television,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.