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 Finland and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Scion to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
The Durutti Column,
Grandmaster Flash,
Man Eating Sloth,
Organ,
KRS-One,
Bobby Womack,
Angry Samoans,
The Offenders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Bourne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warren Ellis,
Soft Machine,
The Move,
Jawbox,
Fugazi,
In Retrospect,
Hoover,
Soulsonic Force,
Absolute Body Control,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jandek,
Iggy Pop,
Harmonia,
The Selecter,
Bill Near,
Magma,
Livin' Joy,
Crime,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers,
Sandy B,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cheater Slicks,
Q and Not U,
Glambeats Corp.,
Porter Ricks,
Moss Icon,
The Doors,
Television Personalities,
Arthur Verocai,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gap Band,
Hasil Adkins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
Erasure,
Danielle Patucci,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Heaven 17,
Laurel Aitken,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.