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 France and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rap 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Archie Shepp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang On A Can,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Colin Newman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Reagan Youth,
Andrew Hill,
The Monks,
Marine Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amazonics,
Quando Quango,
Das Ding,
Rosa Yemen,
David McCallum,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Trumans Water,
Agent Orange,
Eddi Front,
Eric Copeland,
Stiv Bators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Foxx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick May,
Rod Modell,
X-102,
Hashim,
Kaleidoscope,
Metal Thangz,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ponytail,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bush Tetras,
Unrelated Segments,
Agitation Free,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Knickerbockers,
Harry Pussy,
Subhumans,
Brand Nubian,
a-ha,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Byrd,
The United States of America,
Loose Ends,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pagans,
The Pop Group,
Swans,
The Buckinghams,
Zapp,
Siglo XX,
The Move,
The Fortunes,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.