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 Brazil and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Cymande to the grime 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Joy Division,
Arthur Verocai,
Deakin,
Negative Approach,
Y Pants,
The Mummies,
Ultra Naté,
Josef K,
Interpol,
Swans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zapp,
Danielle Patucci,
Spandau Ballet,
L. Decosne,
The Index,
Joe Finger,
Swell Maps,
kango's stein massive,
Marc Almond,
Pantaleimon,
Fela Kuti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Freddie Wadling,
Throbbing Gristle,
DJ Style,
Matthew Bourne,
Letta Mbulu,
Bauhaus,
Yazoo,
Ossler,
Cluster,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Angels of Light,
Sugar Minott,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter & Gordon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Au Pairs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Bowie,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cowsills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Fraelich,
Toni Rubio,
Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
The Standells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeff Lynne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Albert Ayler,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.