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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the funk 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
The Slits,
B.T. Express,
Bad Manners,
Lower 48,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Altered Images,
Simply Red,
Dead Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Lungfish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mr. Review,
Agent Orange,
Fluxion,
Niagra,
H. Thieme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Henry Cow,
Pagans,
In Retrospect,
Man Eating Sloth,
Derrick Morgan,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hashim,
John Lydon,
JFA,
The Residents,
Ken Boothe,
Procol Harum,
Harpers Bizarre,
T. Rex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angry Samoans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crime,
Los Fastidios,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Slits,
Wally Richardson,
Fugazi,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skaos,
the Human League,
The Index,
Audionom,
A Certain Ratio,
Japan,
Ultra Naté,
Iggy Pop,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun City Girls,
Fad Gadget,
The Doors,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Bowie,
Royal Trux,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.