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 Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultra Naté to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
The Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Sheep,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Anthony Braxton,
Stereo Dub,
Ponytail,
The Offenders,
Rakim,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Divine Comedy,
Japan,
Altered Images,
Laurel Aitken,
Letta Mbulu,
Adolescents,
Maurizio,
Popol Vuh,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris Corsano,
Rod Modell,
The Leaves,
Black Moon,
kango's stein massive,
Tom Boy,
Reuben Wilson,
Colin Newman,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Cale,
Fugazi,
The Fugs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mantronix,
Half Japanese,
The Sound,
Faust,
UT,
Joy Division,
cv313,
Hot Snakes,
Niagra,
Tres Demented,
The Mojo Men,
Flipper,
Model 500,
The Slackers,
The Last Poets,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terry Callier,
The Music Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Hood,
The Gun Club,
the Human League,
Gong,
Deadbeat,
Morten Harket,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.