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 Uruguay and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Fela Kuti to the rap 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Little Man,
Brick,
Slave,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Vogues,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris & Cosey,
Jerry's Kids,
Monolake,
X-Ray Spex,
Angry Samoans,
Pylon,
Stereo Dub,
K-Klass,
Joyce Sims,
Agent Orange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Connie Case,
Metal Thangz,
Loose Ends,
Hardrive,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Association,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ludus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Josef K,
Lou Christie,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wally Richardson,
The Smiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echospace,
Hashim,
Ken Boothe,
Motorama,
Fad Gadget,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dirtbombs,
Grey Daturas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swans,
Intrusion,
Nirvana,
Altered Images,
The Golliwogs,
Pole,
Chris Corsano,
World's Most,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
The Offenders,
Prince Buster,
L. Decosne,
The Birthday Party,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.