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 Suriname and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum 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 Ludus to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
LL Cool J,
L. Decosne,
Joyce Sims,
Bob Dylan,
Kas Product,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lungfish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The American Breed,
Television Personalities,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
Q and Not U,
Drive Like Jehu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
Royal Trux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Wake,
The Durutti Column,
T. Rex,
DJ Style,
T.S.O.L.,
PIL,
Neil Young,
Marcia Griffiths,
Albert Ayler,
Pole,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Subhumans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delta 5,
Yazoo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blossom Toes,
Ken Boothe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hoover,
Funky Four + One,
Hashim,
Black Moon,
The Selecter,
The Searchers,
Sällskapet,
Mad Mike,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Roxy Music,
Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
China Crisis,
Alison Limerick,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Victims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boz Scaggs,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.