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 Cambodia and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
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 snare 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 Althea and Donna to the techno 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Avey Tare,
Reuben Wilson,
The J.B.'s,
Half Japanese,
ABBA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Real Kids,
Soft Cell,
Lou Christie,
Moebius,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alphaville,
Amazonics,
Quantec,
Dorothy Ashby,
Accadde A,
Main Source,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thompson Twins,
Ken Boothe,
The Names,
Unrelated Segments,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul II Soul,
Von Mondo,
In Retrospect,
Marmalade,
Q and Not U,
New Order,
ABC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Infiniti,
Minutemen,
Desert Stars,
Yellowson,
Matthew Bourne,
Reagan Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers,
Wings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mr. Review,
Young Marble Giants,
The Leaves,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Moon,
John Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
Das Ding,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sällskapet,
The Motions,
Jandek,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.