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 Singapore and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Donny Hathaway to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Saints,
Public Enemy,
H. Thieme,
Negative Approach,
The Monks,
The Monochrome Set,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vladislav Delay,
Aural Exciters,
Dead Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arab on Radar,
Kenny Larkin,
Kas Product,
Eric Dolphy,
CMW,
Bad Manners,
Guru Guru,
Anthony Braxton,
48th St. Collective,
Alphaville,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Delta 5,
K-Klass,
Crooked Eye,
cv313,
X-102,
Sister Nancy,
Charles Mingus,
The Fugs,
Metal Thangz,
Panda Bear,
Television,
Pussy Galore,
Idris Muhammad,
The American Breed,
The Move,
Marshall Jefferson,
Colin Newman,
Scan 7,
Blancmange,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Wells,
Unwound,
Nico,
The Toasters,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zero Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mars,
DNA,
Johnny Clarke,
The Smiths,
Bauhaus,
Silicon Teens,
Mad Mike,
Theoretical Girls,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.