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 Austria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Slits to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare,
Lyres,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bauhaus,
Skarface,
Model 500,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oblivians,
DJ Sneak,
Dennis Brown,
The Count Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Junior Murvin,
Deakin,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Görl,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Order,
The J.B.'s,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Make Up,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Modern Lovers,
The Victims,
The Selecter,
Rosa Yemen,
Alphaville,
The Velvet Underground,
Isaac Hayes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dave Gahan,
Ice-T,
Cecil Taylor,
Eurythmics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pierre Henry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sparks,
Thompson Twins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultravox,
Duran Duran,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Green,
KRS-One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Pus,
the Human League,
8 Eyed Spy,
Absolute Body Control,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.