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 Vanuatu and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Zapp,
Ten City,
Porter Ricks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Model 500,
Gang Green,
Susan Cadogan,
Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Whodini,
Mad Mike,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deadbeat,
Loose Ends,
Erykah Badu,
Faust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cramps,
Country Teasers,
Cluster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lyres,
Heaven 17,
Don Cherry,
cv313,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Halsall,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Certain Ratio,
Tubeway Army,
Procol Harum,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wally Richardson,
Hasil Adkins,
Quando Quango,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Traffic Nightmare,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nico,
Unwound,
KRS-One,
Joensuu 1685,
Audionom,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swell Maps,
The New Christs,
Q65,
Khruangbin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Reagan Youth,
Skaos,
LL Cool J,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABBA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boredoms,
The Smiths,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.