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 Nicaragua and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 The Dave Clark Five to the jazz 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Intrusion,
Fugazi,
Sandy B,
The Buckinghams,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dark Day,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Bananas,
Stereo Dub,
Mad Mike,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mark Hollis,
The Gladiators,
Scratch Acid,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gichy Dan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Carl Craig,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pantaleimon,
Radiohead,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sight & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Wake,
Joyce Sims,
Tubeway Army,
Lalann,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lakeside,
Archie Shepp,
Pulsallama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Alphaville,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hashim,
The Techniques,
Josef K,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun City Girls,
Hoover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
kango's stein massive,
Lucky Dragons,
Silicon Teens,
Sam Rivers,
Hot Snakes,
Vladislav Delay,
Spandau Ballet,
The Misunderstood,
Animal Collective,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.