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 Manila.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Misunderstood to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Archie Shepp,
Alice Coltrane,
Visage,
The Fuzztones,
Excepter,
Lalann,
Accadde A,
Parry Music,
Surgeon,
Soul II Soul,
Unrelated Segments,
Make Up,
Ohio Players,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tres Demented,
Joe Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mojo Men,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lightning Bolt,
Ten City,
Roxy Music,
Vainqueur,
New York Dolls,
Siglo XX,
Au Pairs,
Terry Callier,
Index,
Anakelly,
Lindisfarne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Main Source,
Hardrive,
Arcadia,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash,
Letta Mbulu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick Morgan,
Minnie Riperton,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Japan,
The Monochrome Set,
Reagan Youth,
John Foxx,
Connie Case,
Derrick May,
Moss Icon,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Lydon,
Nik Kershaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Saints,
Drexciya,
Procol Harum,
CMW,
Agitation Free,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.