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 East Timor and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
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 marimba 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 Sister Nancy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deakin,
MC5,
Arthur Verocai,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun Ra,
cv313,
Kenny Larkin,
JFA,
Jacob Miller,
The Skatalites,
Lucky Dragons,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül,
DJ Style,
The Fuzztones,
Porter Ricks,
Sarah Menescal,
Junior Murvin,
The Cure,
AZ,
Country Teasers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABC,
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cramps,
Hasil Adkins,
Yazoo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ken Boothe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tom Boy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lyres,
Essential Logic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Big Daddy Kane,
Maleditus Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Cluster,
The Dead C,
The Human League,
Fugazi,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Outsiders,
Funkadelic,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Sneak,
Danielle Patucci,
James White and The Blacks,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.