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 Somalia and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Excepter to the techno 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Basic Channel,
Altered Images,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Last Poets,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Fania All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Hill,
Vainqueur,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-101,
Tim Buckley,
Animal Collective,
Bauhaus,
Alice Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
Barry Ungar,
Isaac Hayes,
Audionom,
Silicon Teens,
The Fire Engines,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalann,
Max Romeo,
Gang Green,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Byrd,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cure,
Massinfluence,
Joensuu 1685,
The Evens,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chris Corsano,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gap Band,
The Durutti Column,
Cheater Slicks,
ABBA,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Swans,
the Human League,
Black Moon,
Spoonie Gee,
kango's stein massive,
Fatback Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quadrant,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacob Miller,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.