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 East Timor and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Minnie Riperton to the techno 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
The Martian,
Alton Ellis,
Television,
The Residents,
Wasted Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mo-Dettes,
D'Angelo,
Metal Thangz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tommy Roe,
Eric Dolphy,
Ken Boothe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Trumans Water,
Quando Quango,
The Cure,
Yazoo,
LL Cool J,
Judy Mowatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Colin Newman,
Flipper,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Sherman,
Mars,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young,
Patti Smith,
Thompson Twins,
Donny Hathaway,
The Golliwogs,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Wells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slave,
The Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
Newcleus,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Parry Music,
Second Layer,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DNA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dual Sessions,
Peter and Kerry,
Siglo XX,
Organ,
Moebius,
Howard Jones,
Lakeside,
Sugar Minott,
Black Pus,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Litter,
June Days,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.