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 Indonesia and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Jerry's Kids to the crunk 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Lyres,
Eric B and Rakim,
Graham Central Station,
Sly & The Family Stone,
La Düsseldorf,
Tommy Roe,
Dead Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Altered Images,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Outsiders,
CMW,
Mandrill,
Little Man,
Mantronix,
Subhumans,
Electric Prunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dark Day,
Interpol,
The Detroit Cobras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Iggy Pop,
Ice-T,
Guru Guru,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Flag,
Goldenarms,
Janne Schatter,
Sexual Harrassment,
L. Decosne,
The Associates,
Accadde A,
Fear,
Lightning Bolt,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacob Miller,
Bootsy Collins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
cv313,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul II Soul,
Technova,
Deadbeat,
kango's stein massive,
Aloha Tigers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Tremeloes,
Dennis Brown,
Boz Scaggs,
Pere Ubu,
Erykah Badu,
The American Breed,
Scientists,
Mark Hollis,
The Modern Lovers,
Godley & Creme,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.