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 Norway and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Stereo Dub to the electroclash 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Toni Rubio,
A Certain Ratio,
Stiv Bators,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül II,
Boz Scaggs,
The Neon Judgement,
Drive Like Jehu,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Byrd,
Urselle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kas Product,
Liliput,
The Barracudas,
Public Enemy,
Jacques Brel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moleskins,
Angry Samoans,
The Raincoats,
Cybotron,
Subhumans,
Eric Dolphy,
Delta 5,
Bad Manners,
David McCallum,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scrapy,
Index,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Standells,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Black Moon,
Skriet,
F. McDonald,
The Monks,
Faust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Hill,
Scion,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Holt,
Cymande,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harry Pussy,
Marmalade,
the Human League,
The Fugs,
Ten City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maurizio,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.