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 Romania and from New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Trumans Water to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Skarface,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed,
Nico,
X-101,
Roxy Music,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blancmange,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funky Four + One,
Yaz,
Sparks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crash Course in Science,
Slick Rick,
The Modern Lovers,
Little Man,
Whodini,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fire Engines,
Absolute Body Control,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Hood,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick Morgan,
Subhumans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Knickerbockers,
Bush Tetras,
Icehouse,
Suicide,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
Crime,
Lee Hazlewood,
L. Decosne,
The Mojo Men,
The American Breed,
Alton Ellis,
Joe Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
Hashim,
Qualms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Electric Prunes,
JFA,
Soul II Soul,
Cal Tjader,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Lydon,
CMW,
Swans,
Zapp,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.