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 Ecuador and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Associates to the grime 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Motions,
Henry Cow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
Stiv Bators,
Wolf Eyes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Average White Band,
Thompson Twins,
Cymande,
The Slits,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Beau Brummels,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mojo Men,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tres Demented,
Bluetip,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chris Corsano,
Arcadia,
The Invisible,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mummies,
Fear,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dave Gahan,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Age Steppers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television Personalities,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerrie Biddell,
Little Man,
The Sonics,
Agent Orange,
X-101,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drexciya,
the Sonics,
The Happenings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
MC5,
Hardrive,
Rekid,
Nick Fraelich,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Offenders,
The Cramps,
Bauhaus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ken Boothe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Symarip,
Tears for Fears,
Yusef Lateef,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.