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 Tunisia and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Excepter to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
the Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Standells,
Lindisfarne,
Mandrill,
DJ Sneak,
Ice-T,
The Smoke,
Gabor Szabo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
F. McDonald,
Eli Mardock,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Pus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vladislav Delay,
Arcadia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare,
Depeche Mode,
MDC,
Scratch Acid,
Deakin,
Cheater Slicks,
Sugar Minott,
The Fortunes,
The Cramps,
Niagra,
Sparks,
The Real Kids,
Altered Images,
Slave,
Cybotron,
Henry Cow,
Swans,
Yazoo,
Patti Smith,
Essential Logic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
Davy DMX,
Howard Jones,
Neil Young,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skarface,
Radiohead,
Ronan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Iggy Pop,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Infiniti,
The Raincoats,
OOIOO,
Idris Muhammad,
Motorama,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.