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 Lebanon and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the punk 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Newcleus,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABC,
Darondo,
Desert Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Toasters,
K-Klass,
The Divine Comedy,
Fluxion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
World's Most,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
JFA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Martian,
Public Enemy,
Lindisfarne,
Ludus,
The Grass Roots,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Hood,
June of 44,
The Selecter,
Kenny Larkin,
Zapp,
Mo-Dettes,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sonic Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Alice Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
John Foxx,
Schoolly D,
Blossom Toes,
PIL,
Josef K,
Dead Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arthur Verocai,
Iggy Pop,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siglo XX,
Hot Snakes,
These Immortal Souls,
10cc,
The Moody Blues,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Christie,
New Order,
Surgeon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Howard Jones,
Henry Cow,
kango's stein massive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rufus Thomas,
Suburban Knight,
Infiniti,
Underground Resistance,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.