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 China and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 8 Eyed Spy to the grunge 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Star Department,
X-Ray Spex,
Don Cherry,
Erasure,
Archie Shepp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Beau Brummels,
The Residents,
Todd Rundgren,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spoonie Gee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Babytalk,
Josef K,
The Last Poets,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slits,
Harpers Bizarre,
Matthew Bourne,
This Heat,
Minnie Riperton,
Parry Music,
Amon Düül II,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fugazi,
Scrapy,
Neu!,
The Kinks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dead Boys,
FM Einheit,
The Skatalites,
Boredoms,
June Days,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Subhumans,
Warsaw,
Michelle Simonal,
Little Man,
Al Stewart,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra,
The Busters,
The Flesh Eaters,
F. McDonald,
Skarface,
Mad Mike,
Moebius,
The Knickerbockers,
James White and The Blacks,
T.S.O.L.,
Urselle,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gichy Dan,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.