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 Sierra Leone and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Andrew Hill 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Foxx,
The Doobie Brothers,
Organ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roy Ayers,
Rites of Spring,
Sex Pistols,
The Selecter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television,
Moby Grape,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Clarke,
Altered Images,
Black Bananas,
Lalann,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marcia Griffiths,
David McCallum,
Inner City,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Victims,
The Blackbyrds,
Depeche Mode,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Hill,
Cymande,
Rufus Thomas,
Sound Behaviour,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Mills,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eli Mardock,
EPMD,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Hood,
Hasil Adkins,
Henry Cow,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rod Modell,
Kaleidoscope,
Hoover,
The Slits,
Drexciya,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fire Engines,
Stetsasonic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Magma,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Surgeon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flipper,
Excepter,
the Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yaz,
Intrusion,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.