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 Seychelles and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 David Bowie 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 Aloha Tigers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ludus,
Roger Hodgson,
Lungfish,
Joyce Sims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Davy DMX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lyres,
Alice Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
D'Angelo,
Crooked Eye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
In Retrospect,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quando Quango,
Camouflage,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeff Lynne,
Don Cherry,
Johnny Osbourne,
The J.B.'s,
Connie Case,
the Germs,
Los Fastidios,
Television Personalities,
B.T. Express,
ABBA,
Stetsasonic,
Blossom Toes,
AZ,
Ossler,
Byron Stingily,
Hot Snakes,
Dawn Penn,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dead Boys,
Essential Logic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ice-T,
Interpol,
Peter and Kerry,
Boz Scaggs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shuggie Otis,
Lakeside,
Second Layer,
Minnie Riperton,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Newcleus,
Roxette,
Joe Smooth,
Loose Ends,
OOIOO,
The Names,
Isaac Hayes,
The Selecter,
Wolf Eyes,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.