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 United Kingdom and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Surgeon to the crunk 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Outsiders,
Donny Hathaway,
Mantronix,
ABC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Stooges,
Anakelly,
The Cramps,
The Zeros,
Dave Gahan,
a-ha,
Chris Corsano,
The Star Department,
Animal Collective,
Nation of Ulysses,
Simply Red,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bronski Beat,
Brass Construction,
Das Ding,
Section 25,
Vainqueur,
Organ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lakeside,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
Aswad,
Magma,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül II,
Agitation Free,
The Real Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Last Poets,
Agent Orange,
Michelle Simonal,
The Divine Comedy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boz Scaggs,
Metal Thangz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rosa Yemen,
The Durutti Column,
Sarah Menescal,
The Evens,
The Blues Magoos,
Wasted Youth,
Rekid,
Wire,
John Foxx,
Bluetip,
Hot Snakes,
Inner City,
The Smoke,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.