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 Samoa and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mark Hollis,
The Dirtbombs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sex Pistols,
Niagra,
The Count Five,
Spandau Ballet,
New Order,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
MC5,
The Mummies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Saints,
Camouflage,
Davy DMX,
Pylon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Altered Images,
The Last Poets,
Duran Duran,
Sällskapet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barry Ungar,
Depeche Mode,
The Barracudas,
Lyres,
LL Cool J,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roy Ayers,
Kayak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swell Maps,
Electric Prunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Fat Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Tubeway Army,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gories,
The Cure,
Brothers Johnson,
Ten City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ice-T,
Stiv Bators,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Osbourne,
JFA,
Gabor Szabo,
Radiohead,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.