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 France and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Qualms to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Siglo XX,
Dead Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Easy Going,
Sun City Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joyce Sims,
Essential Logic,
The Cowsills,
Stiv Bators,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Knickerbockers,
Cecil Taylor,
Quadrant,
Magazine,
Warren Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echospace,
Henry Cow,
Scratch Acid,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
Kenny Larkin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sound,
Public Enemy,
Shoche,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Morten Harket,
Youth Brigade,
Average White Band,
Mars,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ludus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed,
The Selecter,
Donald Byrd,
Mantronix,
Ten City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Derrick May,
David Axelrod,
Bizarre Inc.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Q and Not U,
Warsaw,
The Gories,
Hoover,
World's Most,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.