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 East Timor and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Moss Icon to the grunge 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tears for Fears,
Aloha Tigers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quando Quango,
The Invisible,
Albert Ayler,
Boz Scaggs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Byron Stingily,
Pole,
Robert Görl,
Thompson Twins,
Barbara Tucker,
Q65,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Foxx,
Motorama,
Bauhaus,
Siglo XX,
Glenn Branca,
June of 44,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Germs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brand Nubian,
Letta Mbulu,
Janne Schatter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry's Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
Tom Boy,
Judy Mowatt,
Stereo Dub,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young,
Jawbox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Names,
JFA,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy Collins,
Slave,
Trumans Water,
Camouflage,
The Last Poets,
Little Man,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Surgeon,
Black Sheep,
Das Ding,
Bush Tetras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kurtis Blow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Susan Cadogan,
Radiohead,
Nils Olav,
Jesper Dahlback,
Graham Central Station,
The Mummies,
Saccharine Trust,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.