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 Liechtenstein and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Susan Cadogan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Isaac Hayes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Duran Duran,
Lucky Dragons,
Theoretical Girls,
Eurythmics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ice-T,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Sherman,
Bill Near,
Harmonia,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mr. Review,
Gang Starr,
Flipper,
Ken Boothe,
Hardrive,
Rapeman,
Minnie Riperton,
the Sonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lower 48,
These Immortal Souls,
The Count Five,
Model 500,
Outsiders,
The Music Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erykah Badu,
The Selecter,
Desert Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Dave Gahan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Letta Mbulu,
Mandrill,
Aswad,
The Monks,
Symarip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bob Dylan,
Pole,
Lalo Schifrin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Saints,
Quando Quango,
Soft Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Moon,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yazoo,
Man Parrish,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.