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 Bolivia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Dual Sessions to the electroclash 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Circle Jerks,
Pagans,
The Mummies,
Los Fastidios,
Flash Fearless,
Rotary Connection,
Nation of Ulysses,
Andrew Hill,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Q65,
These Immortal Souls,
Dual Sessions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wings,
John Foxx,
Graham Central Station,
Hot Snakes,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Associates,
Alison Limerick,
the Soft Cell,
Matthew Bourne,
F. McDonald,
The Gories,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Lynne,
the Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nas,
Echospace,
Gichy Dan,
The Residents,
Parry Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joyce Sims,
Japan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chrome,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tommy Roe,
The Skatalites,
The Gap Band,
Y Pants,
Iggy Pop,
K-Klass,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scan 7,
The Moody Blues,
Rakim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Negative Approach,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Osbourne,
Country Teasers,
Fat Boys,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.