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 Kenya and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Danielle Patucci to the jazz 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
PIL,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sister Nancy,
Severed Heads,
The New Christs,
Joe Smooth,
The Residents,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jacob Miller,
Lungfish,
Sällskapet,
Subhumans,
The Litter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Christie,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lower 48,
The Selecter,
Mo-Dettes,
John Coltrane,
the Association,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brick,
Marmalade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Khruangbin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Judy Mowatt,
Little Man,
Model 500,
E-Dancer,
Lyres,
a-ha,
Archie Shepp,
Gabor Szabo,
Ornette Coleman,
Rites of Spring,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Womack,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bang On A Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cameo,
Thee Headcoats,
The Victims,
Faust,
The Walker Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Siglo XX,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Byrd,
Bill Wells,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June of 44,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vainqueur,
Mr. Review,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.