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 Jamaica and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 The Sisters of Mercy to the techno 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Whodini,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flash Fearless,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry's Kids,
Camouflage,
Jeff Mills,
Yazoo,
Junior Murvin,
John Cale,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Stooges,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Blancmange,
The Gun Club,
Pagans,
X-102,
Buzzcocks,
Echospace,
The Smiths,
Soul II Soul,
Scan 7,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker,
Kaleidoscope,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare,
48th St. Collective,
Derrick Morgan,
Letta Mbulu,
Altered Images,
E-Dancer,
Ultimate Spinach,
Model 500,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter and Kerry,
Minutemen,
Spandau Ballet,
Absolute Body Control,
Zapp,
Bad Manners,
The Cure,
Iggy Pop,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Residents,
Spoonie Gee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
MDC,
Maleditus Sound,
Quantec,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The United States of America,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.