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 Australia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the funk 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX 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?
Heaven 17,
KRS-One,
F. McDonald,
The Misunderstood,
Dennis Brown,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mars,
Pantaleimon,
cv313,
Gil Scott Heron,
Royal Trux,
Maleditus Sound,
ABBA,
the Association,
The Slits,
Graham Central Station,
Lakeside,
Whodini,
The Tremeloes,
Chrome,
The Litter,
The Dead C,
Make Up,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bauhaus,
Model 500,
Funky Four + One,
Arcadia,
The Sound,
Morten Harket,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neil Young,
Scientists,
Tropical Tobacco,
T.S.O.L.,
Yusef Lateef,
The Count Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June Days,
Cheater Slicks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tres Demented,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visage,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Loose Ends,
Glenn Branca,
Tears for Fears,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Bananas,
Zero Boys,
Little Man,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy Collins,
Spoonie Gee,
Barry Ungar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tubeway Army,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.