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 Ukraine and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Monolake to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Sonic Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Motorama,
Banda Bassotti,
Popol Vuh,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mr. Review,
Camberwell Now,
Minor Threat,
Los Fastidios,
Fela Kuti,
Sugar Minott,
The Gladiators,
Robert Görl,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Remains,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxette,
The Index,
Metal Thangz,
JFA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Litter,
Jeff Mills,
The Blues Magoos,
Mo-Dettes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Busters,
Eli Mardock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fad Gadget,
Half Japanese,
Black Sheep,
kango's stein massive,
David Bowie,
Visage,
Fatback Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rapeman,
Flipper,
Don Cherry,
Sister Nancy,
La Düsseldorf,
June of 44,
the Slits,
Pantytec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lakeside,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Almond,
Absolute Body Control,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Starr,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.