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 Ireland and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Michael McDonald 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 Fela Kuti to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Loose Ends,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Normal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Delta 5,
The Velvet Underground,
Drexciya,
Aloha Tigers,
Bluetip,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rapeman,
U.S. Maple,
Carl Craig,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Bourne,
Unwound,
Iggy Pop,
Terry Callier,
Kas Product,
The J.B.'s,
Au Pairs,
Jawbox,
Ralphi Rosario,
Supertramp,
Laurel Aitken,
Absolute Body Control,
Eve St. Jones,
Moss Icon,
The Knickerbockers,
DNA,
Buzzcocks,
Malaria!,
The Slackers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Toni Rubio,
cv313,
The United States of America,
The Kinks,
Glenn Branca,
The Barracudas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantytec,
Marine Girls,
Television,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Simply Red,
Bootsy Collins,
E-Dancer,
Pulsallama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lower 48,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tommy Roe,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun Ra,
The Seeds,
Easy Going,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.