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 Iceland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sight & Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boz Scaggs,
Jacob Miller,
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül II,
Public Image Ltd.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aswad,
Girls At Our Best!,
Man Parrish,
The Mummies,
Charles Mingus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
cv313,
Trumans Water,
Althea and Donna,
Drexciya,
Brothers Johnson,
Glambeats Corp.,
One Last Wish,
Hardrive,
Slick Rick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crime,
Danielle Patucci,
Matthew Bourne,
Blake Baxter,
Reagan Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delta 5,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moleskins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Hill,
Index,
Surgeon,
E-Dancer,
Whodini,
Bush Tetras,
Rapeman,
Organ,
Depeche Mode,
Bronski Beat,
The Martian,
The United States of America,
Sam Rivers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aaron Thompson,
Skaos,
Boredoms,
Jandek,
Henry Cow,
Ice-T,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sonny Sharrock,
World's Most,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.