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 Greece and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
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 spring reverb 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 Letta Mbulu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tommy Roe,
Reuben Wilson,
Sparks,
The Gladiators,
Colin Newman,
Simply Red,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Excepter,
Dark Day,
The Real Kids,
LL Cool J,
Newcleus,
Funky Four + One,
Glambeats Corp.,
Magma,
Barry Ungar,
Talk Talk,
Yazoo,
Crash Course in Science,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Techniques,
Harmonia,
Country Teasers,
Scott Walker,
Kerrie Biddell,
Iggy Pop,
La Düsseldorf,
The Moody Blues,
Fat Boys,
Suicide,
The Tremeloes,
Nirvana,
Marc Almond,
Arab on Radar,
U.S. Maple,
Mars,
Dual Sessions,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter and Kerry,
Echospace,
Connie Case,
The Neon Judgement,
Neu!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kayak,
Yaz,
Pantytec,
Crispian St. Peters,
Godley & Creme,
Essential Logic,
Eric Copeland,
Malaria!,
Los Fastidios,
Das Ding,
The Vogues,
Basic Channel,
Morten Harket,
Jacob Miller,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.