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 Eritrea and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Tropical Tobacco to the electroclash 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Residents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mummies,
Simply Red,
Rites of Spring,
Amazonics,
Gang Green,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Q and Not U,
Donald Byrd,
Mr. Review,
Inner City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harmonia,
Ohio Players,
Johnny Clarke,
Qualms,
Smog,
The Techniques,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
ABC,
the Fania All-Stars,
DJ Style,
Radio Birdman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alton Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronan,
David Bowie,
Loose Ends,
Shoche,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New York Dolls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bang On A Can,
Quantec,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick Morgan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Los Fastidios,
D'Angelo,
Stetsasonic,
Pagans,
Monolake,
Prince Buster,
K-Klass,
Sonic Youth,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott Heron,
World's Most,
June Days,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Monks,
Zero Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan,
Brand Nubian,
Rod Modell,
Camouflage,
Yaz,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.