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 Finland and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 June Days to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Audionom,
Brothers Johnson,
Bush Tetras,
Quando Quango,
Amon Düül,
Alice Coltrane,
EPMD,
Lou Reed,
Prince Buster,
John Holt,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gap Band,
The Misunderstood,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül II,
John Lydon,
The American Breed,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smiths,
Toni Rubio,
The Kinks,
The Black Dice,
Hot Snakes,
The Real Kids,
a-ha,
Qualms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mission of Burma,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blake Baxter,
The Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Lynne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Slave,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Saints,
The Standells,
The Shadows of Knight,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ronnie Foster,
Erasure,
The Star Department,
the Slits,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Skatalites,
Frankie Knuckles,
Archie Shepp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Motorama,
Robert Wyatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bill Wells,
UT,
Johnny Clarke,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.