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 Zimbabwe and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Cal Tjader to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Henry Cow,
The Fuzztones,
AZ,
Urselle,
Television,
Aloha Tigers,
Moebius,
The Black Dice,
Janne Schatter,
Neu!,
The Mojo Men,
The Vogues,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Junior Murvin,
The Searchers,
DJ Style,
PIL,
These Immortal Souls,
Traffic Nightmare,
The New Christs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Morten Harket,
Black Sheep,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eurythmics,
Model 500,
Sparks,
Minny Pops,
Goldenarms,
Chrome,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
T. Rex,
Bootsy Collins,
Hoover,
Anthony Braxton,
Yaz,
The Last Poets,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harry Pussy,
The Beau Brummels,
Can,
Cluster,
The Motions,
Eli Mardock,
Roxette,
Ronan,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra,
H. Thieme,
Erykah Badu,
Audionom,
Danielle Patucci,
Marmalade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Magma,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.