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 Indonesia and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Jacques Brel to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Chrome,
Lungfish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Intrusion,
Iggy Pop,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thompson Twins,
Das Ding,
Freddie Wadling,
Idris Muhammad,
Susan Cadogan,
Tres Demented,
Anthony Braxton,
the Association,
Country Teasers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
The Techniques,
Technova,
Chris & Cosey,
Anakelly,
Arab on Radar,
Flipper,
Todd Terry,
Isaac Hayes,
Wings,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lakeside,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The New Christs,
Pere Ubu,
Make Up,
The Monochrome Set,
Neu!,
Alphaville,
Depeche Mode,
Camouflage,
Buzzcocks,
James White and The Blacks,
Swans,
Q and Not U,
Q65,
Quadrant,
Subhumans,
Toni Rubio,
The Birthday Party,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Grass Roots,
Half Japanese,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lightning Bolt,
Morten Harket,
T. Rex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visage,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Main Source,
Eddi Front,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.