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 Japan and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Evens to the dance 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Donald Byrd,
Fat Boys,
Dark Day,
Gang of Four,
Tubeway Army,
Drexciya,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Young Rascals,
Negative Approach,
Crooked Eye,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aural Exciters,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marine Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gap Band,
Wasted Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Happenings,
Girls At Our Best!,
Piero Umiliani,
The Moleskins,
Junior Murvin,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bizarre Inc.,
B.T. Express,
The Monochrome Set,
Liliput,
The Count Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gories,
Prince Buster,
The Standells,
Fluxion,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brass Construction,
Faraquet,
The Fall,
Peter and Kerry,
The Busters,
New York Dolls,
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül,
Scrapy,
The Gun Club,
Neil Young,
Pulsallama,
The Red Krayola,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Icehouse,
Fugazi,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.