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 Dominica and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Ituana to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
The Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ten City,
Qualms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Essential Logic,
Pylon,
Whodini,
Joey Negro,
Country Teasers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Durutti Column,
Sex Pistols,
Connie Case,
The Trojans,
The Moleskins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Symarip,
Avey Tare,
Nick Fraelich,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monks,
Minny Pops,
Max Romeo,
These Immortal Souls,
Maleditus Sound,
Amazonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Sparks,
World's Most,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fire Engines,
Ken Boothe,
Bluetip,
Vladislav Delay,
John Lydon,
Radio Birdman,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Christie,
China Crisis,
Rapeman,
Minutemen,
The Cramps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Khruangbin,
The Young Rascals,
Warsaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monochrome Set,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Second Layer,
Pole,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.