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 Fiji and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ice-T to the techno 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Ultravox,
Basic Channel,
AZ,
Scion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Isaac Hayes,
Lightning Bolt,
Pulsallama,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minutemen,
Erasure,
Cameo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Wake,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Excepter,
Essential Logic,
Hot Snakes,
X-102,
Peter & Gordon,
Sixth Finger,
Black Pus,
Bauhaus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonny Sharrock,
R.M.O.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pagans,
Fela Kuti,
The Motions,
Youth Brigade,
EPMD,
The Busters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joensuu 1685,
Minnie Riperton,
Pere Ubu,
Hardrive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scan 7,
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
L. Decosne,
Charles Mingus,
Ossler,
The Zeros,
Jimmy McGriff,
Loose Ends,
Robert Wyatt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Alarm Clocks,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.