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 Nauru and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Oneida to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Germs,
Rosa Yemen,
Laurel Aitken,
Saccharine Trust,
Alison Limerick,
The Young Rascals,
a-ha,
Joensuu 1685,
Arthur Verocai,
The Birthday Party,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
Easy Going,
Wings,
Donald Byrd,
Drexciya,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rotary Connection,
China Crisis,
Accadde A,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Danielle Patucci,
Moby Grape,
Television,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neu!,
The Selecter,
Minny Pops,
Heaven 17,
Bang On A Can,
Oneida,
UT,
Banda Bassotti,
KRS-One,
Technova,
Wolf Eyes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
The American Breed,
Black Pus,
Fatback Band,
Bush Tetras,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gories,
Ornette Coleman,
Von Mondo,
Bill Wells,
The J.B.'s,
Zero Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Desert Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
The Misunderstood,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.