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 Liechtenstein and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Niagra to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Marc Almond,
Magma,
Metal Thangz,
The Young Rascals,
LL Cool J,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Clear Light,
Patti Smith,
The Wake,
The Cure,
Roxette,
Barry Ungar,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alison Limerick,
The Star Department,
Liliput,
Youth Brigade,
Motorama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hoover,
Interpol,
the Swans,
Glenn Branca,
Skriet,
Joyce Sims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camberwell Now,
Brothers Johnson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gastr Del Sol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
Godley & Creme,
Ludus,
Black Flag,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Loose Ends,
Byron Stingily,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Names,
The Happenings,
Althea and Donna,
Minnie Riperton,
Soul II Soul,
La Düsseldorf,
The Angels of Light,
Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
Minny Pops,
Q and Not U,
Mad Mike,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Duran Duran,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.