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 St Lucia and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Absolute Body Control to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Cybotron,
Infiniti,
Arthur Verocai,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The New Christs,
Arab on Radar,
Joy Division,
Alice Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
Suburban Knight,
Prince Buster,
The Fall,
Angry Samoans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slackers,
Cymande,
Lindisfarne,
The Count Five,
Wings,
Hot Snakes,
The Evens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Matthew Halsall,
Barrington Levy,
Inner City,
Cal Tjader,
New Age Steppers,
Essential Logic,
Model 500,
Roxette,
The Alarm Clocks,
Steve Hackett,
The Electric Prunes,
Quadrant,
Charles Mingus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rakim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marvin Gaye,
The Residents,
Joe Finger,
Ituana,
Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
EPMD,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marshall Jefferson,
8 Eyed Spy,
World's Most,
the Human League,
Archie Shepp,
Hoover,
Anakelly,
Half Japanese,
Depeche Mode,
The Cowsills,
The Real Kids,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.