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 Sudan and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Davy DMX to the crunk 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Cal Tjader,
Siglo XX,
Surgeon,
The Victims,
Bad Manners,
This Heat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wasted Youth,
Index,
Jerry's Kids,
Second Layer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Foxx,
Ten City,
Hashim,
Television Personalities,
John Holt,
Black Sheep,
Crash Course in Science,
The Move,
The Searchers,
John Cale,
Schoolly D,
Ituana,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nils Olav,
Peter & Gordon,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Almond,
Severed Heads,
The Neon Judgement,
Average White Band,
Dave Gahan,
Lakeside,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Young Rascals,
Sight & Sound,
Tres Demented,
Todd Rundgren,
The Index,
The Beau Brummels,
La Düsseldorf,
Marine Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sandy B,
The Slits,
The Blues Magoos,
Alphaville,
Archie Shepp,
Harmonia,
The Count Five,
Mission of Burma,
The Moleskins,
Moby Grape,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.