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 Mali and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Vladislav Delay to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Germs,
Lightning Bolt,
The Leaves,
Michelle Simonal,
This Heat,
The Five Americans,
Average White Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ken Boothe,
June Days,
Simply Red,
Agent Orange,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quando Quango,
Sister Nancy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultravox,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
The Martian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Erasure,
The Dirtbombs,
The Wake,
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nik Kershaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lakeside,
Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
Swans,
Byron Stingily,
Alison Limerick,
Skriet,
Barrington Levy,
Sixth Finger,
Second Layer,
Audionom,
X-Ray Spex,
Sarah Menescal,
Davy DMX,
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Fraelich,
OOIOO,
Yusef Lateef,
The Happenings,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Trojans,
Nas,
The Selecter,
The New Christs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
H. Thieme,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.