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 Gambia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Blancmange to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
John Foxx,
Japan,
Gang Starr,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Royal Trux,
Josef K,
Theoretical Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dawn Penn,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Green,
Rufus Thomas,
The Standells,
The Invisible,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Pretty Things,
Chris Corsano,
Hoover,
Altered Images,
Lucky Dragons,
Alison Limerick,
Marine Girls,
Television,
Isaac Hayes,
Basic Channel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roger Hodgson,
La Düsseldorf,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Buzzcocks,
Eve St. Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quadrant,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiohead,
Kool Moe Dee,
China Crisis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fortunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stiv Bators,
The Divine Comedy,
Unrelated Segments,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Prunes,
The Victims,
Underground Resistance,
The Sound,
Slave,
Carl Craig,
KRS-One,
Make Up,
The Grass Roots,
Peter & Gordon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doors,
The Fall,
Fad Gadget,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.