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 Cameroon and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Juan Atkins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Nico,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thompson Twins,
Ossler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Porter Ricks,
Joy Division,
Malaria!,
kango's stein massive,
Kenny Larkin,
World's Most,
Kayak,
Brand Nubian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Toni Rubio,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scott Walker,
Stetsasonic,
Donald Byrd,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Golliwogs,
Chris Corsano,
The Toasters,
the Association,
Nik Kershaw,
Quadrant,
Scrapy,
The Dirtbombs,
Roger Hodgson,
the Swans,
Adolescents,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doors,
The Tremeloes,
Trumans Water,
Half Japanese,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wings,
The Happenings,
Maleditus Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Camberwell Now,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiohead,
Spoonie Gee,
The Zeros,
Subhumans,
Minnie Riperton,
Clear Light,
Liliput,
The Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.