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 United States and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Matthew Bourne to the funk 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Thompson Twins,
ABBA,
B.T. Express,
The Fuzztones,
Black Sheep,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Bananas,
Oneida,
Charles Mingus,
Gang of Four,
Marmalade,
Duran Duran,
Monks,
Bobby Byrd,
Half Japanese,
Malaria!,
Scion,
Circle Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Symarip,
Pantaleimon,
Pantytec,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Kinks,
Section 25,
Kurtis Blow,
Mr. Review,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reuben Wilson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalo Schifrin,
Letta Mbulu,
Nico,
Deakin,
Guru Guru,
Cybotron,
Marine Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skarface,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minny Pops,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Main Source,
the Sonics,
The Real Kids,
Little Man,
Fluxion,
Second Layer,
The Gap Band,
The Gories,
the Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Raincoats,
The United States of America,
Vainqueur,
Blake Baxter,
Motorama,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.