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 Ethiopia and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
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 sitar 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 Dave Gahan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '70s 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 Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Nico,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Order,
Goldenarms,
The Litter,
Clear Light,
Black Bananas,
The Cure,
Boz Scaggs,
Joey Negro,
Man Parrish,
Yusef Lateef,
T. Rex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Style,
Tom Boy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Excepter,
Underground Resistance,
Thompson Twins,
Negative Approach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Schoolly D,
Sparks,
Morten Harket,
Susan Cadogan,
Henry Cow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Age Steppers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Junior Murvin,
KRS-One,
Carl Craig,
Moby Grape,
Ten City,
Jacob Miller,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed,
Eden Ahbez,
ABBA,
Swell Maps,
Lalann,
Reuben Wilson,
Stetsasonic,
Cheater Slicks,
Skriet,
Wire,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Smooth,
R.M.O.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tim Buckley,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heaven 17,
Jandek,
Funkadelic,
Slave,
The Buckinghams,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.