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 Spain and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Gichy Dan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Alice Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nirvana,
The Associates,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skaos,
Reagan Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Cluster,
The Red Krayola,
Sun City Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
These Immortal Souls,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Underground Resistance,
Oblivians,
Thompson Twins,
The Durutti Column,
The Neon Judgement,
Lyres,
Danielle Patucci,
Sugar Minott,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slackers,
Lower 48,
Duran Duran,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-101,
The Knickerbockers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Toni Rubio,
Cybotron,
Symarip,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arab on Radar,
Talk Talk,
David McCallum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Technova,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rakim,
Liliput,
Delta 5,
Ronan,
Yellowson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arthur Verocai,
Johnny Clarke,
Nils Olav,
Alphaville,
Bauhaus,
Connie Case,
Terry Callier,
The Last Poets,
Cecil Taylor,
Yaz,
Guru Guru,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.