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 Poland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Duran Duran 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Ultravox,
Roxette,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Clear Light,
Mission of Burma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Walker Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grauzone,
David Bowie,
Charles Mingus,
Swans,
Hardrive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radiohead,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crime,
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gap Band,
Cluster,
Minny Pops,
The Kinks,
Ultra Naté,
Sound Behaviour,
Massinfluence,
Black Flag,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moss Icon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ludus,
Aaron Thompson,
Roger Hodgson,
the Human League,
Scratch Acid,
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boz Scaggs,
Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Negative Approach,
Bronski Beat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television Personalities,
The Pop Group,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Axelrod,
Flipper,
Scientists,
Albert Ayler,
Jerry's Kids,
Eli Mardock,
The Gun Club,
Max Romeo,
EPMD,
Easy Going,
Andrew Hill,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.