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 Jamaica and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 New York Dolls to the grunge 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Throbbing Gristle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-Ray Spex,
cv313,
Bobby Byrd,
Subhumans,
Man Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
Camberwell Now,
E-Dancer,
Maleditus Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young,
Shuggie Otis,
The Durutti Column,
Bill Wells,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echospace,
Steve Hackett,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pantytec,
The Star Department,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funkadelic,
David McCallum,
Bob Dylan,
Juan Atkins,
The Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
MDC,
The Buckinghams,
Dave Gahan,
The Velvet Underground,
Monolake,
Joy Division,
Outsiders,
Connie Case,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Swans,
Yazoo,
Lungfish,
The Young Rascals,
Popol Vuh,
Ronan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Machine,
Surgeon,
Desert Stars,
John Cale,
UT,
Trumans Water,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Wake,
Second Layer,
June of 44,
The Five Americans,
Goldenarms,
ABC,
Grauzone,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.