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 Lesotho and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 The Doors to the rap 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joey Negro,
The Young Rascals,
The Kinks,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Clarke,
EPMD,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Connie Case,
The Beau Brummels,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Hood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronan,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-102,
Crooked Eye,
Buzzcocks,
World's Most,
the Association,
Lightning Bolt,
Josef K,
Depeche Mode,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Mills,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang of Four,
John Foxx,
Flash Fearless,
Zero Boys,
The Sound,
Camouflage,
Todd Rundgren,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
Cymande,
Pylon,
Joensuu 1685,
Barry Ungar,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reuben Wilson,
Fatback Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kayak,
Hot Snakes,
Groovy Waters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maurizio,
Rekid,
Alice Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
China Crisis,
the Human League,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.