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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Public Image Ltd. to the grunge 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Symarip,
The Moleskins,
John Lydon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Starr,
OOIOO,
Lakeside,
Intrusion,
Loose Ends,
Tom Boy,
Darondo,
Pole,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alice Coltrane,
Harry Pussy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dead Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Maleditus Sound,
the Soft Cell,
R.M.O.,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Names,
The Leaves,
Scientists,
Massinfluence,
John Cale,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Newcleus,
Los Fastidios,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Busters,
Gang Green,
Roger Hodgson,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cure,
Marcia Griffiths,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Archie Shepp,
Smog,
Rakim,
Hot Snakes,
Cameo,
Bill Wells,
Spoonie Gee,
Marmalade,
Steve Hackett,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gap Band,
Eddi Front,
Patti Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Babytalk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scan 7,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.