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 Belarus and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 T.S.O.L. to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Althea and Donna,
the Soft Cell,
Trumans Water,
Cal Tjader,
Popol Vuh,
Pole,
Parry Music,
Bill Wells,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brand Nubian,
Pantaleimon,
David Axelrod,
Gerry Rafferty,
James White and The Blacks,
F. McDonald,
Morten Harket,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yaz,
Procol Harum,
New Age Steppers,
Blake Baxter,
Mo-Dettes,
David McCallum,
Essential Logic,
The Searchers,
Cheater Slicks,
Camouflage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Unwound,
48th St. Collective,
Minutemen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gregory Isaacs,
ABBA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Charles Mingus,
Simply Red,
Underground Resistance,
Mandrill,
Laurel Aitken,
Joey Negro,
Pantytec,
Malaria!,
Buzzcocks,
Thompson Twins,
Easy Going,
Hardrive,
The Tremeloes,
The Seeds,
Rakim,
The New Christs,
PIL,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gong,
Janne Schatter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Index,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.