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 Gambia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Make Up to the funk 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amazonics,
Intrusion,
The Zeros,
Eli Mardock,
La Düsseldorf,
The Walker Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Wasted Youth,
Trumans Water,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalann,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hoover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alice Coltrane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cameo,
Ossler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marine Girls,
Sparks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sex Pistols,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Underground Resistance,
John Coltrane,
Supertramp,
the Sonics,
World's Most,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Niagra,
The United States of America,
Los Fastidios,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed,
Lindisfarne,
Ludus,
Wire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roger Hodgson,
Fear,
Matthew Halsall,
Roxy Music,
Idris Muhammad,
Scientists,
Juan Atkins,
Banda Bassotti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Siglo XX,
Henry Cow,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mummies,
Parry Music,
Jawbox,
The Grass Roots,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yaz,
Absolute Body Control,
Main Source,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.