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 Finland and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Mary Jane Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
The Invisible,
John Coltrane,
Lower 48,
John Lydon,
Dead Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Bronski Beat,
Malaria!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delta 5,
The Motions,
Ken Boothe,
Fela Kuti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Funkadelic,
Sarah Menescal,
Boz Scaggs,
Junior Murvin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fortunes,
Tears for Fears,
Theoretical Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Icehouse,
LL Cool J,
The Five Americans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
Cybotron,
Amazonics,
D'Angelo,
Graham Central Station,
Lalann,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Sneak,
Flipper,
Spandau Ballet,
New Age Steppers,
Eve St. Jones,
Max Romeo,
Joe Finger,
David McCallum,
Maurizio,
Kerri Chandler,
The Raincoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ice-T,
The Selecter,
The Red Krayola,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Niagra,
Drexciya,
Neil Young,
The Associates,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scan 7,
The Blues Magoos,
Byron Stingily,
Von Mondo,
Liliput,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.