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 Turkey and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Aural Exciters to the crunk 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Kaleidoscope,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jandek,
Ice-T,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faraquet,
Cheater Slicks,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül,
Eddi Front,
Robert Görl,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gun Club,
Camouflage,
Marmalade,
UT,
The Cure,
Television,
Lee Hazlewood,
48th St. Collective,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doors,
The Evens,
Q and Not U,
Deakin,
Altered Images,
Skaos,
Rosa Yemen,
Mr. Review,
Blancmange,
Alton Ellis,
The Last Poets,
Wire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soulsonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
China Crisis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Index,
The United States of America,
Al Stewart,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minnie Riperton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Underground Resistance,
Average White Band,
Drexciya,
the Germs,
Laurel Aitken,
Lyres,
H. Thieme,
Jerry's Kids,
John Lydon,
Excepter,
Intrusion,
Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.