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 Bolivia and from Salvador.
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 Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 KRS-One to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Ultimate Spinach,
K-Klass,
Niagra,
Adolescents,
The Searchers,
Ronan,
Shuggie Otis,
Dual Sessions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ice-T,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Essential Logic,
The Victims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bauhaus,
Radiohead,
The Trojans,
Maurizio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deepchord,
The Cowsills,
Mars,
One Last Wish,
Babytalk,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
DJ Style,
June of 44,
Los Fastidios,
Main Source,
The Techniques,
Inner City,
Camberwell Now,
Aaron Thompson,
Zapp,
The Sound,
Neu!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Five Americans,
Yaz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Y Pants,
Joe Finger,
The Barracudas,
Funky Four + One,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Von Mondo,
Mo-Dettes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sarah Menescal,
Sister Nancy,
Eurythmics,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
This Heat,
Albert Ayler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick May,
Gichy Dan,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.