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 Vanuatu and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Smog to the crunk 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Nas,
The Human League,
Juan Atkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ken Boothe,
The Cramps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Human League,
Average White Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultravox,
The Invisible,
Buzzcocks,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fall,
Joy Division,
Black Pus,
Ice-T,
Graham Central Station,
Alison Limerick,
Harry Pussy,
K-Klass,
H. Thieme,
The Evens,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Silicon Teens,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Starr,
Brand Nubian,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rakim,
Technova,
B.T. Express,
The Fortunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ohio Players,
Masters at Work,
Stiv Bators,
Arab on Radar,
Inner City,
Little Man,
The United States of America,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Porter Ricks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yazoo,
Pagans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Symarip,
Alice Coltrane,
Pantytec,
Theoretical Girls,
Henry Cow,
Hot Snakes,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.