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 Jordan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Derrick May to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Bourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Clear Light,
LL Cool J,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Prunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Max Romeo,
Terry Callier,
Whodini,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dennis Brown,
The Alarm Clocks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unrelated Segments,
Sister Nancy,
Kerri Chandler,
Soul II Soul,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Patti Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Lungfish,
Robert Görl,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Silicon Teens,
Letta Mbulu,
Barbara Tucker,
Idris Muhammad,
Mark Hollis,
Young Marble Giants,
Theoretical Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Echospace,
Dave Gahan,
Parry Music,
In Retrospect,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Wells,
X-Ray Spex,
Boredoms,
Lindisfarne,
Sun City Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New Order,
Vainqueur,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Second Layer,
Black Bananas,
The Leaves,
Lucky Dragons,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun Ra,
Rekid,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gap Band,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.