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 Guinea and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lou Reed 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 Sarah Menescal to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fugazi,
Maurizio,
Basic Channel,
Scan 7,
Mantronix,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
David McCallum,
Procol Harum,
The Blues Magoos,
Cymande,
Letta Mbulu,
Audionom,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Drive Like Jehu,
Smog,
Depeche Mode,
The Buckinghams,
The Evens,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cameo,
Sarah Menescal,
Davy DMX,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blackbyrds,
Minutemen,
Unwound,
Hot Snakes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Japan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Section 25,
F. McDonald,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Velvet Underground,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Darondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Toni Rubio,
John Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Monks,
Negative Approach,
Hasil Adkins,
Newcleus,
Camouflage,
Fatback Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ice-T,
Saccharine Trust,
Tears for Fears,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultra Naté,
The Last Poets,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.