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 Colombia and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Invisible 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Starr,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Althea and Donna,
The Toasters,
The Monochrome Set,
Bang On A Can,
Visage,
Dawn Penn,
Yellowson,
The Raincoats,
Yazoo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Janne Schatter,
Joy Division,
Sam Rivers,
Deepchord,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marshall Jefferson,
L. Decosne,
Fluxion,
Scan 7,
Rosa Yemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Motions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Index,
Franke,
Soft Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Maurizio,
China Crisis,
Mo-Dettes,
New Age Steppers,
Lindisfarne,
Josef K,
Eric Dolphy,
EPMD,
Tommy Roe,
The Gun Club,
Funkadelic,
the Normal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alphaville,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Soft Cell,
Slave,
KRS-One,
The Mighty Diamonds,
48th St. Collective,
The Blackbyrds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Sherman,
Junior Murvin,
Underground Resistance,
Joe Smooth,
Young Marble Giants,
Infiniti,
Index,
Unwound,
Isaac Hayes,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.