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 Chile and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Toni Rubio,
OOIOO,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Smoke,
The Busters,
Quantec,
Gichy Dan,
Intrusion,
Althea and Donna,
Nirvana,
Metal Thangz,
Scan 7,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Spoonie Gee,
Average White Band,
Crooked Eye,
Circle Jerks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang of Four,
Livin' Joy,
Black Sheep,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Index,
Joe Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Parrish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heaven 17,
Don Cherry,
Deepchord,
Darondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jandek,
The Buckinghams,
World's Most,
E-Dancer,
Kayak,
Gregory Isaacs,
Groovy Waters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jacques Brel,
The Divine Comedy,
Swans,
Blake Baxter,
The Young Rascals,
Underground Resistance,
Minnie Riperton,
Rufus Thomas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Litter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aloha Tigers,
Tres Demented,
Boz Scaggs,
John Holt,
Iggy Pop,
Juan Atkins,
Rekid,
DJ Sneak,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.