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 Slovakia and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Dennis Brown to the rock 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Leonard Cohen,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Womack,
Wally Richardson,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Wyatt,
The New Christs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Leaves,
Agent Orange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joensuu 1685,
Barbara Tucker,
Harry Pussy,
The Gladiators,
Yazoo,
Franke,
Harmonia,
Accadde A,
Davy DMX,
Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Association,
Andrew Hill,
Janne Schatter,
the Germs,
The Dirtbombs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
The Saints,
The Blues Magoos,
Howard Jones,
Marc Almond,
Man Eating Sloth,
Graham Central Station,
The Misunderstood,
Duran Duran,
Eve St. Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reuben Wilson,
Kaleidoscope,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skriet,
Al Stewart,
Pole,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fad Gadget,
Brothers Johnson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zapp,
Royal Trux,
Robert Görl,
Black Flag,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.