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 Kosovo and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Patti Smith to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Whodini,
EPMD,
Henry Cow,
Peter & Gordon,
Steve Hackett,
Bad Manners,
R.M.O.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Foxx,
Harpers Bizarre,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gap Band,
Subhumans,
Q65,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ice-T,
Vainqueur,
Anakelly,
The Birthday Party,
Thee Headcoats,
Jandek,
Moss Icon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Porter Ricks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bill Near,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Grass Roots,
Fluxion,
Patti Smith,
the Germs,
The Buckinghams,
Depeche Mode,
MDC,
Niagra,
Wolf Eyes,
Jawbox,
Tres Demented,
Fat Boys,
One Last Wish,
Mark Hollis,
Youth Brigade,
Idris Muhammad,
D'Angelo,
Nas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Bourne,
Stiv Bators,
Roxy Music,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.