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 Panama and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pere Ubu to the techno 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Cheater Slicks,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
Brick,
The Dead C,
Von Mondo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nico,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Sherman,
Shuggie Otis,
Charles Mingus,
The Vogues,
The Music Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crooked Eye,
The Mummies,
Josef K,
The Mojo Men,
China Crisis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Royal Trux,
Cybotron,
Rekid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television Personalities,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mars,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fugazi,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Holt,
These Immortal Souls,
Tim Buckley,
Gong,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Green,
Harmonia,
Aural Exciters,
Glenn Branca,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mark Hollis,
Sound Behaviour,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fugs,
Chris & Cosey,
John Lydon,
Judy Mowatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Wake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fluxion,
Sugar Minott,
Flash Fearless,
Malaria!,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.