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 Grenada and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Absolute Body Control to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Jeff Lynne,
Fluxion,
Toni Rubio,
Archie Shepp,
Aloha Tigers,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sonics,
Marc Almond,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Birthday Party,
Anthony Braxton,
Lalann,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacques Brel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lakeside,
Subhumans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Masters at Work,
Alton Ellis,
the Slits,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Clarke,
Jandek,
Mission of Burma,
Silicon Teens,
Los Fastidios,
Lyres,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare,
Cymande,
Crooked Eye,
Tim Buckley,
The J.B.'s,
Mantronix,
Rosa Yemen,
Average White Band,
Theoretical Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Boz Scaggs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mandrill,
The Fuzztones,
Kayak,
OOIOO,
Japan,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dave Gahan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Trumans Water,
Pulsallama,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.