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 Botswana and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Au Pairs to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Wasted Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Toni Rubio,
The Neon Judgement,
Essential Logic,
Zero Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Television,
Amon Düül,
Aaron Thompson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Surgeon,
New York Dolls,
Pere Ubu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Motorama,
The Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
Yellowson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mantronix,
The Toasters,
Gang Starr,
The Move,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare,
The Slits,
Gabor Szabo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
Yaz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lakeside,
Silicon Teens,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Model 500,
The Electric Prunes,
Darondo,
Duran Duran,
The Count Five,
The Wake,
The Mojo Men,
Livin' Joy,
Connie Case,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
In Retrospect,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Pretty Things,
Swell Maps,
Rosa Yemen,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Halsall,
These Immortal Souls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.