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 Singapore and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Kevin Saunderson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Black Bananas,
Visage,
MDC,
Bronski Beat,
Make Up,
Kerri Chandler,
Sound Behaviour,
Cheater Slicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
Lungfish,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Slits,
Lyres,
Absolute Body Control,
Crooked Eye,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soul II Soul,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Index,
Byron Stingily,
The Searchers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Skatalites,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Modern Lovers,
The Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Mark Hollis,
Depeche Mode,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Byrd,
The United States of America,
Eurythmics,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blackbyrds,
Aloha Tigers,
the Sonics,
Ronan,
The Remains,
Andrew Hill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Slits,
Audionom,
Symarip,
FM Einheit,
The Wake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
Surgeon,
The Doors,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Cell,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zero Boys,
Inner City,
Gang of Four,
Ralphi Rosario,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.