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 Brunei and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Glambeats Corp. to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Black Bananas,
Marmalade,
Stetsasonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Dolphy,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brand Nubian,
Suicide,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alison Limerick,
Chrome,
F. McDonald,
Cheater Slicks,
Pussy Galore,
Youth Brigade,
Hardrive,
Bauhaus,
Negative Approach,
The Blues Magoos,
The Motions,
Brothers Johnson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rotary Connection,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispian St. Peters,
The New Christs,
China Crisis,
The Dirtbombs,
Smog,
Essential Logic,
Camberwell Now,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swans,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dead C,
Warren Ellis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terrestrial Tones,
Con Funk Shun,
The Victims,
Vladislav Delay,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Colin Newman,
Ten City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Black Dice,
Whodini,
Flash Fearless,
Deepchord,
Excepter,
Robert Wyatt,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Görl,
ABBA,
Prince Buster,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.