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 Pakistan and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 It's A Beautiful Day 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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Dolphy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Enemy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minor Threat,
Shoche,
Aural Exciters,
Arcadia,
Reuben Wilson,
Iggy Pop,
JFA,
Cameo,
the Association,
The Buckinghams,
Rosa Yemen,
Susan Cadogan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
Can,
The Busters,
Swans,
Bob Dylan,
Joy Division,
Roxy Music,
The Residents,
Nik Kershaw,
Underground Resistance,
Scrapy,
Maurizio,
T. Rex,
Marine Girls,
Lalann,
The Tremeloes,
Deadbeat,
the Germs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Q65,
Cybotron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nas,
Minny Pops,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric B and Rakim,
Goldenarms,
Easy Going,
Black Bananas,
The Stooges,
Radio Birdman,
Henry Cow,
The Divine Comedy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ornette Coleman,
Judy Mowatt,
Stereo Dub,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.