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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The New Christs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
The Offenders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barclay James Harvest,
ABBA,
Flipper,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Cell,
Unwound,
Patti Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Monks,
ABC,
Piero Umiliani,
Brick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
Ronan,
Sound Behaviour,
Camberwell Now,
Negative Approach,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric Dolphy,
Basic Channel,
Tom Boy,
China Crisis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Green,
H. Thieme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tommy Roe,
Kenny Larkin,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fugazi,
David Bowie,
The Young Rascals,
Sam Rivers,
Livin' Joy,
Vladislav Delay,
Magazine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Das Ding,
Ultimate Spinach,
Isaac Hayes,
Howard Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rapeman,
Derrick Morgan,
Junior Murvin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers,
The New Christs,
Ludus,
CMW,
The Gories,
Jacob Miller,
Delta 5,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.