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 Guyana and from New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Joe Smooth to the rap 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Soul II Soul,
Fluxion,
Scrapy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Make Up,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dead C,
The Monks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Steve Hackett,
June Days,
Gang of Four,
Minny Pops,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Lynne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quadrant,
Quantec,
Rosa Yemen,
Model 500,
UT,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slackers,
Bob Dylan,
Oneida,
Fat Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jacob Miller,
Morten Harket,
Main Source,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Index,
Fear,
Pantaleimon,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cowsills,
Minor Threat,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Normal,
Theoretical Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cheater Slicks,
Dave Gahan,
Cecil Taylor,
Tubeway Army,
Magma,
Cluster,
The J.B.'s,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Erykah Badu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hot Snakes,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Techniques,
The Move,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.