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 Angola 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Quadrant to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Bronski Beat,
Jandek,
Warsaw,
Andrew Hill,
Silicon Teens,
Television,
Aural Exciters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rakim,
Soulsonic Force,
Interpol,
In Retrospect,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Metal Thangz,
Television Personalities,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mars,
Surgeon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Anakelly,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dave Clark Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Adolescents,
Das Ding,
Bush Tetras,
Niagra,
Khruangbin,
Man Parrish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Whodini,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nas,
The Fire Engines,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Symarip,
Yazoo,
Matthew Halsall,
Kas Product,
Lower 48,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David Axelrod,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Hood,
The Seeds,
The Victims,
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moody Blues,
World's Most,
Blancmange,
Mark Hollis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.