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 Tonga and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Smooth,
Pere Ubu,
Crash Course in Science,
The Moleskins,
Scan 7,
The Tremeloes,
Suburban Knight,
The Buckinghams,
Ponytail,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June of 44,
Anakelly,
Sonic Youth,
Technova,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June Days,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
Roger Hodgson,
World's Most,
Delta 5,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cymande,
The Count Five,
New Order,
The Zeros,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cheater Slicks,
Crooked Eye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Techniques,
Guru Guru,
Minor Threat,
Model 500,
Johnny Osbourne,
Glenn Branca,
The Busters,
Idris Muhammad,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lee Hazlewood,
Henry Cow,
Goldenarms,
Unwound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Copeland,
Erykah Badu,
Max Romeo,
The Names,
Laurel Aitken,
Sarah Menescal,
Man Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
Arab on Radar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.