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 Vietnam and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rock 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Ultimate Spinach,
The American Breed,
Mo-Dettes,
K-Klass,
The Neon Judgement,
Mantronix,
Janne Schatter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fela Kuti,
Kerri Chandler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moleskins,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Invisible,
Qualms,
a-ha,
Schoolly D,
Judy Mowatt,
Swell Maps,
The Velvet Underground,
Brass Construction,
Ossler,
Slave,
Lalann,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blake Baxter,
The Techniques,
Kas Product,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Starr,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chris & Cosey,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brand Nubian,
Basic Channel,
Kenny Larkin,
Main Source,
John Cale,
Pylon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Raincoats,
Connie Case,
Byron Stingily,
Nas,
Darondo,
The Angels of Light,
Henry Cow,
DNA,
David Axelrod,
Deadbeat,
The Kinks,
The Smoke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxette,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.