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 Namibia and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Glenn Branca,
Public Enemy,
Chris Corsano,
Rod Modell,
Mantronix,
The Angels of Light,
The Victims,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Green,
Blake Baxter,
The Evens,
The Motions,
Pagans,
Moby Grape,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
a-ha,
Ronan,
The Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marine Girls,
The Wake,
Sight & Sound,
Motorama,
Flipper,
DJ Style,
Gang Starr,
Hasil Adkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Danielle Patucci,
Althea and Donna,
The Gories,
the Slits,
Blossom Toes,
Marvin Gaye,
Liliput,
The Birthday Party,
Fela Kuti,
Animal Collective,
Ponytail,
Neil Young,
Curtis Mayfield,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker,
Japan,
Harry Pussy,
The Moleskins,
Sandy B,
The Saints,
Smog,
Magazine,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Wyatt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skaos,
Aural Exciters,
Kurtis Blow,
Shoche,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.