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 Tonga and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Big Daddy Kane to the techno 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Pagans,
Blossom Toes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minor Threat,
Circle Jerks,
The Techniques,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cure,
Faraquet,
Kenny Larkin,
Michelle Simonal,
Henry Cow,
The Red Krayola,
John Foxx,
Susan Cadogan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Livin' Joy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Q65,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Wells,
Moebius,
Avey Tare,
Pere Ubu,
T. Rex,
Bush Tetras,
Inner City,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fall,
the Germs,
Colin Newman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Isaac Hayes,
Groovy Waters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tom Boy,
Visage,
Slick Rick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harmonia,
David Axelrod,
The Tremeloes,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Main Source,
Clear Light,
Black Bananas,
The Fuzztones,
Gerry Rafferty,
KRS-One,
Sam Rivers,
Dead Boys,
Panda Bear,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roxette,
Smog,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.