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 Colombia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Avey Tare to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Parry Music,
Jandek,
The Monochrome Set,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
Mars,
Barrington Levy,
Eurythmics,
Dual Sessions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
D'Angelo,
Model 500,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Cal Tjader,
MC5,
The Vogues,
Yazoo,
The Last Poets,
The Offenders,
John Holt,
Eden Ahbez,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lower 48,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Parrish,
The Music Machine,
Bluetip,
Kool Moe Dee,
Henry Cow,
James White and The Blacks,
The Knickerbockers,
Sugar Minott,
Reagan Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Searchers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Magma,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oblivians,
Circle Jerks,
Neu!,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young,
Porter Ricks,
Animal Collective,
cv313,
The Smiths,
Black Bananas,
The Raincoats,
Stereo Dub,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.