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 Italy and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
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 snare 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 The Monochrome Set to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Wire,
Ludus,
The Fortunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter and Kerry,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Hood,
T.S.O.L.,
Laurel Aitken,
Marc Almond,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crooked Eye,
Ice-T,
China Crisis,
Bootsy Collins,
The Saints,
Kas Product,
Schoolly D,
The Fuzztones,
Metal Thangz,
Jacques Brel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skaos,
Idris Muhammad,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neu!,
Blancmange,
Gastr Del Sol,
Television Personalities,
Royal Trux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Leaves,
The Last Poets,
Don Cherry,
Bad Manners,
Deadbeat,
Boredoms,
cv313,
Faraquet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David Axelrod,
Drive Like Jehu,
Spandau Ballet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cheater Slicks,
Scan 7,
The Buckinghams,
Bizarre Inc.,
Goldenarms,
Simply Red,
the Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
E-Dancer,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New Order,
Marcia Griffiths,
Al Stewart,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.