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 Dominican Republic and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Alice Coltrane to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
The Leaves,
The Birthday Party,
The Mojo Men,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Model 500,
Joe Smooth,
The Stooges,
Yellowson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brick,
The Skatalites,
Y Pants,
T.S.O.L.,
Pulsallama,
The Black Dice,
Chris & Cosey,
Marvin Gaye,
Sonny Sharrock,
L. Decosne,
Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MC5,
Fad Gadget,
Zero Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Hashim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oblivians,
Fatback Band,
Radio Birdman,
Aswad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lightning Bolt,
Silicon Teens,
Agitation Free,
The Real Kids,
Scientists,
The Last Poets,
Charles Mingus,
Rekid,
Vladislav Delay,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monks,
Massinfluence,
Cal Tjader,
Hardrive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Altered Images,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
Negative Approach,
Symarip,
Ten City,
Panda Bear,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.