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 Ukraine and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Maurizio to the rock 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Maurizio,
Quantec,
Kenny Larkin,
A Certain Ratio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Martian,
Matthew Halsall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Clear Light,
Camouflage,
KRS-One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
Black Sheep,
Unwound,
Lalann,
Todd Terry,
Max Romeo,
Black Bananas,
Rites of Spring,
Colin Newman,
Anakelly,
Pole,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mandrill,
Maleditus Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Roger Hodgson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Velvet Underground,
La Düsseldorf,
Howard Jones,
Scrapy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Janne Schatter,
Popol Vuh,
Joyce Sims,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neil Young,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Almond,
The Grass Roots,
Basic Channel,
Crime,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
Warren Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Half Japanese,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moebius,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arcadia,
The Toasters,
Adolescents,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.