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 Lebanon and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Eli Mardock to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Scrapy,
Skaos,
Thee Headcoats,
Fluxion,
Darondo,
X-101,
Organ,
The Vogues,
Youth Brigade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moby Grape,
Patti Smith,
Mission of Burma,
the Bar-Kays,
Fatback Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Smog,
The Wake,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultravox,
The Young Rascals,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Monks,
Mantronix,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pussy Galore,
Aloha Tigers,
OOIOO,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visage,
Hashim,
Aural Exciters,
Sandy B,
Whodini,
Sparks,
the Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Seeds,
Ohio Players,
Royal Trux,
John Lydon,
Derrick Morgan,
Maleditus Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Fat Boys,
Little Man,
the Human League,
The Black Dice,
Deadbeat,
Lyres,
Unrelated Segments,
Iggy Pop,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABC,
World's Most,
L. Decosne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Magazine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.