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 Guinea-Bissau and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Los Fastidios to the grime 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Urselle,
The Litter,
Lou Reed,
Bush Tetras,
Arcadia,
Gichy Dan,
Scientists,
Delta 5,
Michelle Simonal,
The Real Kids,
Roger Hodgson,
Swans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker,
Nirvana,
The Birthday Party,
Jawbox,
Erykah Badu,
Quando Quango,
Jacques Brel,
Shuggie Otis,
Camberwell Now,
The Fugs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monks,
The Victims,
Wolf Eyes,
a-ha,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Rundgren,
Prince Buster,
Dave Gahan,
Pagans,
The Fall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wings,
The Saints,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Metal Thangz,
Skriet,
Lakeside,
Cybotron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Piero Umiliani,
Saccharine Trust,
The Five Americans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ituana,
Warren Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television,
Dennis Brown,
The Fire Engines,
Cluster,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scrapy,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.