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 Singapore and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 The Knickerbockers 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deakin,
Slave,
Avey Tare,
The Real Kids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stetsasonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultravox,
ABC,
Charles Mingus,
Darondo,
Cluster,
Minny Pops,
Sugar Minott,
The Gladiators,
H. Thieme,
The Count Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dark Day,
Crooked Eye,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gong,
Warren Ellis,
Neu!,
Joy Division,
Qualms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Magazine,
Minnie Riperton,
Kayak,
Wings,
The Residents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Procol Harum,
The Black Dice,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chris & Cosey,
The Divine Comedy,
Connie Case,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Trojans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ludus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brand Nubian,
Talk Talk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
PIL,
Youth Brigade,
Desert Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chrome,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.