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 Tuvalu and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 10cc to the crunk 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Connie Case,
K-Klass,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
L. Decosne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deakin,
The Music Machine,
B.T. Express,
Crash Course in Science,
The American Breed,
Radiohead,
Juan Atkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deadbeat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ituana,
Bob Dylan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Television Personalities,
Magma,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young,
Barrington Levy,
Goldenarms,
Silicon Teens,
Eddi Front,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DJ Style,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mantronix,
Vainqueur,
Davy DMX,
Quadrant,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marcia Griffiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Zeros,
cv313,
Mark Hollis,
The Residents,
The Selecter,
Metal Thangz,
Lalann,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül II,
The Saints,
Dennis Brown,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun City Girls,
Television,
Slick Rick,
Liliput,
MC5,
Funkadelic,
Adolescents,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.