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 Belarus and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Marc Almond to the jazz 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
John Lydon,
Bronski Beat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Underground Resistance,
Tim Buckley,
Donald Byrd,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Görl,
Pere Ubu,
Stetsasonic,
Hashim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Goldenarms,
China Crisis,
Gong,
Electric Prunes,
Technova,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Human League,
The Standells,
Steve Hackett,
Minor Threat,
Pylon,
Dave Gahan,
The Blues Magoos,
48th St. Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Au Pairs,
Amazonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Josef K,
Saccharine Trust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Excepter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Beau Brummels,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slackers,
The Pop Group,
the Slits,
Chris Corsano,
Matthew Halsall,
DNA,
Spandau Ballet,
Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
Donny Hathaway,
The Toasters,
Pulsallama,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.