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 Tanzania and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 E-Dancer to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
The New Christs,
LL Cool J,
Intrusion,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy Collins,
Wasted Youth,
The Techniques,
T. Rex,
Marvin Gaye,
Shoche,
Mars,
Amazonics,
Monolake,
Andrew Hill,
Banda Bassotti,
Alton Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
The Gun Club,
Mission of Burma,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
Roxy Music,
Chris Corsano,
Morten Harket,
Maurizio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alphaville,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter & Gordon,
Absolute Body Control,
The Associates,
Eric B and Rakim,
kango's stein massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Copeland,
Cluster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boredoms,
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül,
Cybotron,
Leonard Cohen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Funkadelic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed,
U.S. Maple,
The Real Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
Altered Images,
Bad Manners,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DNA,
The Angels of Light,
John Holt,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.