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 Honduras and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 The Toasters to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Barry Ungar,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Dolphy,
Gabor Szabo,
Sparks,
Silicon Teens,
Moss Icon,
The Moleskins,
Wings,
Sister Nancy,
The Martian,
The Stooges,
Rhythm & Sound,
Qualms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Zero Boys,
Dark Day,
Groovy Waters,
Swell Maps,
Dual Sessions,
the Bar-Kays,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacob Miller,
Blossom Toes,
The Victims,
Max Romeo,
The Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
Newcleus,
Roy Ayers,
Bob Dylan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magazine,
John Lydon,
Amon Düül,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scan 7,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cure,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker,
The Dead C,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fortunes,
Toni Rubio,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Second Layer,
Harmonia,
Porter Ricks,
Masters at Work,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Depeche Mode,
Sarah Menescal,
Erykah Badu,
Joyce Sims,
Todd Terry,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.