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 Turkmenistan and from Spokane.
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 Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 the Soft Cell to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
B.T. Express,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Raincoats,
The Blues Magoos,
China Crisis,
Bill Near,
Bill Wells,
Minnie Riperton,
Letta Mbulu,
Rekid,
Blancmange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Last Poets,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roy Ayers,
Joey Negro,
The Saints,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skriet,
Fugazi,
Altered Images,
June Days,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Clarke,
Patti Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mad Mike,
Kurtis Blow,
The Count Five,
The Index,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Darondo,
Lou Christie,
Sight & Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Mandrill,
The Neon Judgement,
JFA,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Funkadelic,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hasil Adkins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yazoo,
In Retrospect,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
UT,
Von Mondo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Nils Olav,
Gabor Szabo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.