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 Mozambique and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Ralphi Rosario 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Easy Going,
DNA,
Gregory Isaacs,
FM Einheit,
Colin Newman,
Soft Cell,
Nirvana,
LL Cool J,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Standells,
Suicide,
Junior Murvin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Matthew Bourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Bananas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crime,
Kas Product,
The Seeds,
Theoretical Girls,
Accadde A,
Joe Finger,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wings,
The Human League,
Connie Case,
Ossler,
Erykah Badu,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crash Course in Science,
Leonard Cohen,
Delta 5,
the Human League,
Marine Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Tim Buckley,
Royal Trux,
Black Pus,
cv313,
The Techniques,
Radiopuhelimet,
Depeche Mode,
Danielle Patucci,
Bush Tetras,
Essential Logic,
Ultravox,
Dorothy Ashby,
Model 500,
Moss Icon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yusef Lateef,
Tubeway Army,
Glenn Branca,
Stereo Dub,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Drexciya,
Mr. Review,
The Wake,
Bluetip,
the Normal,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.