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 Czech Republic and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
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 1978 at the first Visage 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 The Doors to the grunge 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Nas,
B.T. Express,
The Knickerbockers,
Massinfluence,
Lalann,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
A Certain Ratio,
Spandau Ballet,
Wire,
Infiniti,
Chris & Cosey,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fall,
Saccharine Trust,
Underground Resistance,
Godley & Creme,
Funky Four + One,
Soft Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Basic Channel,
The Moleskins,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Deadbeat,
Gichy Dan,
FM Einheit,
Swell Maps,
Erykah Badu,
Gastr Del Sol,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moody Blues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Vogues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Adolescents,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Sneak,
Nico,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amon Düül,
Letta Mbulu,
Aural Exciters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amon Düül II,
Jacques Brel,
Davy DMX,
EPMD,
Sonic Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Modern Lovers,
10cc,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.