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 Philippines and from New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jacob Miller to the rock 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters 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?
The Trojans,
Fugazi,
Drexciya,
the Normal,
the Sonics,
The Gun Club,
Unrelated Segments,
Alison Limerick,
The Golliwogs,
The Fuzztones,
The United States of America,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Slits,
Fela Kuti,
The Angels of Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flash Fearless,
Al Stewart,
Peter & Gordon,
Deakin,
Cecil Taylor,
Sunsets and Hearts,
ABBA,
The Doors,
H. Thieme,
Camouflage,
Grey Daturas,
Don Cherry,
Eddi Front,
The Leaves,
Gong,
Reagan Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Judy Mowatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Siglo XX,
Charles Mingus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Animal Collective,
Country Teasers,
Lou Christie,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Godley & Creme,
Arcadia,
Brothers Johnson,
Smog,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kaleidoscope,
Ossler,
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gap Band,
Mandrill,
Nas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barbara Tucker,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.