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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 B.T. Express to the crunk 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Metal Thangz,
Vladislav Delay,
Bluetip,
The Last Poets,
Lou Christie,
The Motions,
Fela Kuti,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pantaleimon,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Bananas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flash Fearless,
Masters at Work,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boredoms,
These Immortal Souls,
Henry Cow,
Deadbeat,
Deepchord,
Agent Orange,
KRS-One,
Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drexciya,
John Foxx,
Brothers Johnson,
The Victims,
Rites of Spring,
The New Christs,
Sight & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Slick Rick,
The Remains,
Slave,
The J.B.'s,
Scrapy,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Kinks,
Patti Smith,
June Days,
Pussy Galore,
Don Cherry,
Magma,
Monks,
Faraquet,
X-102,
DNA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Althea and Donna,
Letta Mbulu,
the Association,
The Blackbyrds,
Gichy Dan,
Albert Ayler,
The Human League,
The Slits,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.