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 Tonga and from London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 X-102 to the dance 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacob Miller,
Eurythmics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gladiators,
Sun City Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monolake,
The Red Krayola,
R.M.O.,
the Slits,
Minutemen,
Deadbeat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Barracudas,
Flash Fearless,
Flamin' Groovies,
Surgeon,
Television,
Harry Pussy,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Buckinghams,
Hoover,
Crooked Eye,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stiv Bators,
The United States of America,
Black Pus,
Cameo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Isaac Hayes,
Outsiders,
Cymande,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aswad,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Delta 5,
The Residents,
Ice-T,
Minnie Riperton,
Wolf Eyes,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Von Mondo,
Gichy Dan,
Pere Ubu,
John Foxx,
Nas,
Lalann,
Drexciya,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
OOIOO,
Reagan Youth,
Scientists,
The Blues Magoos,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.