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 Maldives and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Susan Cadogan to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Pussy Galore,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Suburban Knight,
Junior Murvin,
Intrusion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Leonard Cohen,
Mark Hollis,
Cal Tjader,
Cybotron,
Gang of Four,
Brothers Johnson,
Quadrant,
Scion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Inner City,
Mars,
The Music Machine,
Patti Smith,
Metal Thangz,
UT,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Babytalk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wasted Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
CMW,
Silicon Teens,
Judy Mowatt,
Kenny Larkin,
Tears for Fears,
The Moody Blues,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minor Threat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Severed Heads,
Curtis Mayfield,
Henry Cow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rosa Yemen,
Moss Icon,
Minny Pops,
Lakeside,
Bauhaus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Velvet Underground,
kango's stein massive,
David Axelrod,
China Crisis,
Terry Callier,
Talk Talk,
Marmalade,
Alphaville,
R.M.O.,
Television Personalities,
The Gories,
Darondo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.