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 Dominican Republic and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eric Dolphy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
The Evens,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mojo Men,
The Grass Roots,
Amazonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Niagra,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare,
Ice-T,
Crooked Eye,
Main Source,
Black Sheep,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Youth Brigade,
Glenn Branca,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun City Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Dave Gahan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deepchord,
Crime,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ornette Coleman,
Mark Hollis,
The Black Dice,
Lightning Bolt,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Dolphy,
Lakeside,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jacob Miller,
CMW,
The Fuzztones,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fear,
Sight & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Soft Cell,
Dead Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Flag,
The Doors,
Loose Ends,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Animal Collective,
Eric Copeland,
Lower 48,
Tres Demented,
Brick,
Grey Daturas,
Can,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.