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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 James White and The Blacks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Wings,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brand Nubian,
Altered Images,
Marcia Griffiths,
Glenn Branca,
Camouflage,
Kurtis Blow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gong,
Make Up,
Maleditus Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
The Young Rascals,
Moby Grape,
The Misunderstood,
Y Pants,
the Germs,
Skarface,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flipper,
Newcleus,
Desert Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Skatalites,
The Wake,
The Tremeloes,
The American Breed,
The Dave Clark Five,
Talk Talk,
Nas,
Arcadia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sparks,
Sarah Menescal,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Fraelich,
Nirvana,
Lyres,
JFA,
Matthew Bourne,
Von Mondo,
The Pop Group,
Mark Hollis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David McCallum,
Inner City,
Roger Hodgson,
Flash Fearless,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mission of Burma,
Lindisfarne,
Boredoms,
Heaven 17,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fire Engines,
The Neon Judgement,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.