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 Serbia and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Junior Murvin to the jazz 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Severed Heads,
Josef K,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
L. Decosne,
Nico,
The Gladiators,
Slick Rick,
The Happenings,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang of Four,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DNA,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ken Boothe,
8 Eyed Spy,
China Crisis,
Man Parrish,
The Mummies,
Soul II Soul,
Warren Ellis,
The Fugs,
The Fuzztones,
Tim Buckley,
Althea and Donna,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Clarke,
Mark Hollis,
Kurtis Blow,
The Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
Yusef Lateef,
the Slits,
The Slits,
Lou Reed,
Todd Terry,
Silicon Teens,
Dave Gahan,
The Leaves,
Basic Channel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ludus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxy Music,
Depeche Mode,
The Motions,
Camouflage,
Mantronix,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lower 48,
Loose Ends,
Eve St. Jones,
Hot Snakes,
The Trojans,
Vladislav Delay,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Rundgren,
Chris & Cosey,
Zapp,
Marine Girls,
Altered Images,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.