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 Micronesia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 In Retrospect to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Swans,
Make Up,
Grauzone,
Khruangbin,
Wally Richardson,
Godley & Creme,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cure,
Soft Cell,
Jacques Brel,
Fad Gadget,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Saints,
DJ Sneak,
Rites of Spring,
June Days,
Andrew Hill,
Smog,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alison Limerick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Underground Resistance,
Sonic Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doors,
ABC,
Altered Images,
Cymande,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Wyatt,
Bill Wells,
The Names,
The Beau Brummels,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suicide,
the Normal,
Roxy Music,
Danielle Patucci,
These Immortal Souls,
Visage,
The Monochrome Set,
Lungfish,
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Jawbox,
Intrusion,
Stereo Dub,
The Human League,
Talk Talk,
Joensuu 1685,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Zero Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.