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 Kosovo and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Marc Almond to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Michelle Simonal,
Absolute Body Control,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sparks,
Patti Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
a-ha,
Derrick May,
Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
The Cure,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sex Pistols,
The Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
Roxette,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Almond,
Hasil Adkins,
Eden Ahbez,
David Bowie,
The Music Machine,
Henry Cow,
The Red Krayola,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Bar-Kays,
The Names,
Funkadelic,
June of 44,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Christie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Harmonia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heaven 17,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Basic Channel,
Lakeside,
cv313,
Swell Maps,
The Angels of Light,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harry Pussy,
These Immortal Souls,
L. Decosne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Offenders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantytec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.