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 South Sudan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 The United States of America to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cal Tjader,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deadbeat,
Buzzcocks,
Young Marble Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Tremeloes,
Ituana,
Harmonia,
Kevin Saunderson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radio Birdman,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Hood,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wolf Eyes,
Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
Accadde A,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Interpol,
The Skatalites,
Bluetip,
The Raincoats,
The New Christs,
Max Romeo,
Skaos,
Youth Brigade,
Pierre Henry,
Guru Guru,
New Order,
The Victims,
Ohio Players,
Aural Exciters,
Con Funk Shun,
10cc,
Quadrant,
Supertramp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Massinfluence,
LL Cool J,
The Evens,
Black Pus,
the Soft Cell,
John Lydon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nirvana,
Joe Finger,
Rekid,
Sixth Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Talk Talk,
Pere Ubu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chris Corsano,
L. Decosne,
Flipper,
Gichy Dan,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.