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 Vietnam and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Public Enemy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Kurtis Blow,
Yaz,
Minor Threat,
Adolescents,
Nico,
The Cramps,
Soulsonic Force,
Lungfish,
The Grass Roots,
The Leaves,
Bobby Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
Schoolly D,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blues Magoos,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Human League,
The Moody Blues,
Stiv Bators,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dawn Penn,
Sam Rivers,
Peter & Gordon,
The New Christs,
Joyce Sims,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bizarre Inc.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Animal Collective,
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Bourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zero Boys,
Das Ding,
Soft Cell,
T. Rex,
The Mojo Men,
Rod Modell,
Robert Hood,
Brass Construction,
June Days,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Womack,
Yazoo,
Cheater Slicks,
Nik Kershaw,
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MC5,
The Seeds,
Visage,
the Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Birthday Party,
This Heat,
Roxette,
New Age Steppers,
FM Einheit,
The Names,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.