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 Israel and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage 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 Girls At Our Best! to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
Y Pants,
Groovy Waters,
The Knickerbockers,
The Names,
Make Up,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fad Gadget,
Nas,
Albert Ayler,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker,
Sun Ra,
Anthony Braxton,
Sugar Minott,
The Doors,
Spoonie Gee,
The Monochrome Set,
The Motions,
The Young Rascals,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alice Coltrane,
Porter Ricks,
EPMD,
The American Breed,
The Sonics,
Urselle,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blackbyrds,
Das Ding,
JFA,
Jacob Miller,
Sparks,
the Germs,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gap Band,
Tom Boy,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mojo Men,
Steve Hackett,
K-Klass,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Wyatt,
The Buckinghams,
The Velvet Underground,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arthur Verocai,
Chris & Cosey,
Ice-T,
These Immortal Souls,
Morten Harket,
Joy Division,
Negative Approach,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Archie Shepp,
Todd Rundgren,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.