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 Grenada and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Althea and Donna to the techno 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Outsiders,
The Leaves,
The Fugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stetsasonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visage,
Silicon Teens,
Deakin,
Supertramp,
Eric Dolphy,
Niagra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Womack,
Excepter,
The Evens,
Bobby Byrd,
Ornette Coleman,
Eddi Front,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Model 500,
Sixth Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
Massinfluence,
The Misunderstood,
Dennis Brown,
Lyres,
Gregory Isaacs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gladiators,
New Age Steppers,
LL Cool J,
Crash Course in Science,
The Count Five,
Heaven 17,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Make Up,
The Cure,
Gang of Four,
The Human League,
The Real Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Grass Roots,
Susan Cadogan,
Letta Mbulu,
Blossom Toes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brand Nubian,
Jeff Lynne,
Mo-Dettes,
Motorama,
The Selecter,
Theoretical Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Easy Going,
Yaz,
Al Stewart,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.