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 Haiti 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 The New Christs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Avey Tare,
Joey Negro,
Amazonics,
Colin Newman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swell Maps,
Aswad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slick Rick,
DNA,
The Remains,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lower 48,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
Howard Jones,
Essential Logic,
Eurythmics,
Little Man,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Symarip,
The Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Don Cherry,
Joensuu 1685,
UT,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fuzztones,
Gong,
Iggy Pop,
Alton Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
The Tremeloes,
Masters at Work,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick Morgan,
Clear Light,
Ituana,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacob Miller,
Scan 7,
Duran Duran,
Michelle Simonal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angry Samoans,
The Divine Comedy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Order,
Sonic Youth,
Minor Threat,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.