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 Grenada and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Big Daddy Kane to the disco 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Lungfish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Schoolly D,
Jerry's Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
Moby Grape,
Section 25,
Skaos,
Sam Rivers,
Excepter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Electric Prunes,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mummies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Foxx,
Rosa Yemen,
Howard Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terry Callier,
OOIOO,
Deepchord,
Arcadia,
The Gap Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eurythmics,
Wings,
T.S.O.L.,
In Retrospect,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Interpol,
Saccharine Trust,
Man Parrish,
Rufus Thomas,
Amon Düül,
Bob Dylan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
JFA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun Ra,
China Crisis,
DNA,
Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare,
Gang Green,
Liliput,
Blake Baxter,
Au Pairs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harmonia,
The Moody Blues,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick May,
Scrapy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Make Up,
The Stooges,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.