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 Grenada and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kerri Chandler to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '70s 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Grey Daturas,
Silicon Teens,
The Slits,
Inner City,
Sällskapet,
In Retrospect,
Eurythmics,
Shoche,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Green,
PIL,
Infiniti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eli Mardock,
New York Dolls,
Black Pus,
Severed Heads,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cal Tjader,
Hashim,
Khruangbin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dead C,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare,
Mo-Dettes,
Godley & Creme,
Unrelated Segments,
K-Klass,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Buckinghams,
UT,
Animal Collective,
Bad Manners,
The Techniques,
Can,
Theoretical Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Halsall,
Grauzone,
The Pop Group,
Stereo Dub,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Litter,
Fear,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fuzztones,
Bang On A Can,
Massinfluence,
Alton Ellis,
Jeff Mills,
Jawbox,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.