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 Suriname and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aural Exciters to the grime 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Porter Ricks,
Kayak,
Fatback Band,
John Lydon,
Theoretical Girls,
Pagans,
Siglo XX,
The Gories,
The Star Department,
The Pop Group,
Roxy Music,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Happenings,
Eric Dolphy,
The Toasters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stiv Bators,
Masters at Work,
Morten Harket,
Buzzcocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
Youth Brigade,
Suburban Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Adolescents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Bowie,
John Foxx,
The Pretty Things,
the Human League,
The J.B.'s,
In Retrospect,
The Last Poets,
Amon Düül,
Audionom,
The Gun Club,
The Skatalites,
Black Flag,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Germs,
UT,
Erasure,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skarface,
Soft Cell,
U.S. Maple,
Bang On A Can,
CMW,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nirvana,
ABBA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vainqueur,
Excepter,
Scientists,
Steve Hackett,
Eddi Front,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.