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 Netherlands and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Man Eating Sloth to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Interpol,
The Misunderstood,
Mandrill,
Andrew Hill,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roxy Music,
Index,
Oneida,
Gong,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Magazine,
Khruangbin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warren Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minor Threat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Anthony Braxton,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fad Gadget,
Black Sheep,
Nick Fraelich,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Rundgren,
The Detroit Cobras,
Organ,
Erasure,
Minnie Riperton,
Hot Snakes,
Model 500,
Lyres,
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mummies,
Swell Maps,
Second Layer,
Rekid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
EPMD,
Hasil Adkins,
Faraquet,
Camberwell Now,
The Real Kids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brothers Johnson,
Wally Richardson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chrome,
Donald Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.