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 Beijing.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bronski Beat to the rap 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Birthday Party,
Idris Muhammad,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crooked Eye,
Grey Daturas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed,
Godley & Creme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Donny Hathaway,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Nirvana,
Joy Division,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Wake,
Deepchord,
D'Angelo,
The Dead C,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Franke,
Sonic Youth,
Yellowson,
Bauhaus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quando Quango,
Smog,
Agent Orange,
The Count Five,
Angry Samoans,
Scott Walker,
The Index,
Mantronix,
The American Breed,
David Bowie,
Agitation Free,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amazonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Girls At Our Best!,
DNA,
Carl Craig,
Symarip,
Pole,
Terry Callier,
Warren Ellis,
The Gap Band,
Pere Ubu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aural Exciters,
Lungfish,
The Sound,
Minutemen,
Fatback Band,
Silicon Teens,
Surgeon,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.