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 India and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Derrick Morgan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed,
Black Bananas,
K-Klass,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slick Rick,
the Normal,
The Doobie Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
Glenn Branca,
The Gun Club,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Erykah Badu,
Talk Talk,
World's Most,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marmalade,
Eric Copeland,
Lungfish,
Zero Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Sällskapet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Subhumans,
Procol Harum,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Young Marble Giants,
Skarface,
Ken Boothe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alice Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Bar-Kays,
Archie Shepp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dave Gahan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nirvana,
Gong,
Althea and Donna,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wings,
Joe Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
Sugar Minott,
Rod Modell,
the Soft Cell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Osbourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barrington Levy,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.