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 El Salvador and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eric Copeland to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
Agent Orange,
Ultimate Spinach,
Intrusion,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monochrome Set,
B.T. Express,
Marine Girls,
Procol Harum,
The Count Five,
Gang of Four,
Fluxion,
Boz Scaggs,
Lyres,
Moby Grape,
The Slackers,
Can,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül,
Smog,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rekid,
Pulsallama,
KRS-One,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacob Miller,
Groovy Waters,
Sarah Menescal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Easy Going,
Main Source,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minutemen,
The Litter,
The Trojans,
Zero Boys,
Altered Images,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Selecter,
MDC,
Boogie Down Productions,
Basic Channel,
The Mojo Men,
Minor Threat,
Sixth Finger,
Jacques Brel,
The Associates,
Erykah Badu,
Laurel Aitken,
Moss Icon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Whodini,
Make Up,
Bronski Beat,
Ossler,
Ituana,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.