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 Cape Verde and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 The Moleskins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
The United States of America,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brand Nubian,
Kerri Chandler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tubeway Army,
The Star Department,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gong,
Black Bananas,
Fear,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick Morgan,
Rekid,
Cal Tjader,
Pet Shop Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mantronix,
Boredoms,
Patti Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Knickerbockers,
the Sonics,
The Pop Group,
The Real Kids,
Clear Light,
Monolake,
The Searchers,
Quantec,
B.T. Express,
Ralphi Rosario,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Near,
Los Fastidios,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers,
Neu!,
Crooked Eye,
Jeff Lynne,
EPMD,
Jacob Miller,
Leonard Cohen,
Alphaville,
Scratch Acid,
Peter & Gordon,
Loose Ends,
Adolescents,
Joe Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
Agitation Free,
Darondo,
Lower 48,
Goldenarms,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.