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 Syria and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 The Real Kids to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Basic Channel,
The Moody Blues,
Television Personalities,
The J.B.'s,
Model 500,
Sixth Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marshall Jefferson,
Essential Logic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Bananas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hardrive,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gun Club,
The Doors,
Faraquet,
Cameo,
Wasted Youth,
Black Flag,
Monolake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Danielle Patucci,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pere Ubu,
Sam Rivers,
Negative Approach,
Rites of Spring,
Jacques Brel,
Dark Day,
The Young Rascals,
Zero Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Pantytec,
Juan Atkins,
Smog,
Marmalade,
Hot Snakes,
The Residents,
K-Klass,
Wings,
Kenny Larkin,
Spandau Ballet,
Howard Jones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Womack,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shoche,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Offenders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wolf Eyes,
Technova,
The Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
Trumans Water,
Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.