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 Bahamas and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Lou Reed 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 Tom Boy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Shoche,
Sun City Girls,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy Collins,
The Tremeloes,
Idris Muhammad,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Surgeon,
Pantaleimon,
China Crisis,
Eurythmics,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeff Mills,
Kerri Chandler,
Bill Wells,
Tubeway Army,
Ossler,
Fugazi,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Hood,
The Beau Brummels,
The Busters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scientists,
Popol Vuh,
UT,
Q65,
Yellowson,
Chris Corsano,
Schoolly D,
Black Pus,
The Blues Magoos,
Arcadia,
Stetsasonic,
Sandy B,
Tomorrow,
Pole,
Jacob Miller,
the Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scan 7,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Smog,
Toni Rubio,
Flipper,
Marmalade,
Matthew Bourne,
KRS-One,
Silicon Teens,
Jawbox,
Oneida,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Christie,
The Buckinghams,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.