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 Estonia and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Aloha Tigers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
John Foxx,
Yaz,
Magazine,
Lakeside,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Barracudas,
Soulsonic Force,
Model 500,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Mills,
The Five Americans,
Magma,
Pharoah Sanders,
Silicon Teens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joensuu 1685,
Ituana,
Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Cal Tjader,
ABC,
Amazonics,
Josef K,
Bronski Beat,
Darondo,
Matthew Halsall,
Pussy Galore,
The Modern Lovers,
John Lydon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Motions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Man Parrish,
Robert Hood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sällskapet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Carl Craig,
Heaven 17,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxy Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Make Up,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gap Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Last Poets,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ossler,
Sandy B,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.