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 Belarus and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rap 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bluetip,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fire Engines,
L. Decosne,
The Velvet Underground,
Metal Thangz,
Agent Orange,
Colin Newman,
The Slackers,
Joensuu 1685,
Intrusion,
Livin' Joy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Almond,
New Age Steppers,
Wally Richardson,
Laurel Aitken,
Alphaville,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Womack,
Con Funk Shun,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxy Music,
Public Enemy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drexciya,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skaos,
Minnie Riperton,
Throbbing Gristle,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jacques Brel,
The Remains,
Icehouse,
Mission of Burma,
Banda Bassotti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oneida,
Desert Stars,
Guru Guru,
Cheater Slicks,
Y Pants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Excepter,
Bang On A Can,
Loose Ends,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terry Callier,
Country Teasers,
Cameo,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.