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 Guinea and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tremeloes to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Lungfish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Germs,
Boz Scaggs,
Sparks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Con Funk Shun,
The Monks,
Dennis Brown,
The Fortunes,
Moebius,
Arthur Verocai,
Flash Fearless,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Brothers Johnson,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Görl,
Massinfluence,
Deakin,
Minutemen,
Bobby Womack,
The Cure,
John Holt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Selecter,
Mr. Review,
Alison Limerick,
Funkadelic,
The Stooges,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed,
James White and The Blacks,
Grey Daturas,
The Skatalites,
Bush Tetras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
MC5,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Finger,
Television Personalities,
Shuggie Otis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mummies,
The Human League,
Youth Brigade,
LL Cool J,
Ice-T,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Clarke,
Depeche Mode,
Faust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blackbyrds,
B.T. Express,
Lalo Schifrin,
Qualms,
Gang Green,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.