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 Taiwan 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
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 spring reverb 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 Ice-T to the crunk 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nirvana,
Judy Mowatt,
AZ,
Oneida,
the Swans,
The J.B.'s,
K-Klass,
the Sonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Hill,
X-101,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eli Mardock,
Pulsallama,
Ronan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Von Mondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
MDC,
Average White Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
The Motions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Pus,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cure,
Zapp,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Misunderstood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jawbox,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kayak,
Dual Sessions,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Starr,
Archie Shepp,
Drexciya,
Basic Channel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moebius,
The Vogues,
Gang of Four,
Barbara Tucker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Evens,
U.S. Maple,
The Music Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Parry Music,
FM Einheit,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.