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 Dominican Republic and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Davy DMX to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Mark Hollis,
Tres Demented,
Ultra Naté,
The Misunderstood,
Camouflage,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sam Rivers,
The Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mo-Dettes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aaron Thompson,
Loose Ends,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Style,
John Holt,
Alton Ellis,
Dead Boys,
Roxy Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flipper,
T. Rex,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Susan Cadogan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeff Lynne,
EPMD,
Can,
Marine Girls,
Fear,
The Moleskins,
Leonard Cohen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rod Modell,
One Last Wish,
The Index,
The Fuzztones,
The Black Dice,
Public Enemy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Qualms,
Janne Schatter,
Skaos,
Nico,
Silicon Teens,
Spandau Ballet,
Slave,
Scrapy,
Skriet,
Youth Brigade,
Eurythmics,
The Trojans,
The Motions,
The Real Kids,
Excepter,
The J.B.'s,
Heaven 17,
Chris & Cosey,
Lindisfarne,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.