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 Marshall Islands and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Moebius to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Idris Muhammad,
Groovy Waters,
Eurythmics,
10cc,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wolf Eyes,
Camouflage,
Negative Approach,
Robert Wyatt,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Order,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crooked Eye,
Brothers Johnson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shoche,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Cell,
Adolescents,
Theoretical Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Eden Ahbez,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stereo Dub,
Saccharine Trust,
Urselle,
The Slits,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bang On A Can,
Don Cherry,
Young Marble Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slick Rick,
Chris Corsano,
The Cure,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
K-Klass,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Neon Judgement,
Brick,
The Black Dice,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joensuu 1685,
D'Angelo,
Slave,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Byrd,
Judy Mowatt,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kas Product,
Prince Buster,
The Red Krayola,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.