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 Cyprus and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brand Nubian to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
The Modern Lovers,
Bob Dylan,
10cc,
Surgeon,
The Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
Charles Mingus,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris & Cosey,
Minnie Riperton,
Drive Like Jehu,
Colin Newman,
Arcadia,
Kaleidoscope,
Mo-Dettes,
Pussy Galore,
the Normal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rod Modell,
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy Collins,
Ken Boothe,
Supertramp,
June Days,
Yaz,
Tommy Roe,
The Fuzztones,
Althea and Donna,
John Cale,
Minutemen,
Desert Stars,
John Holt,
Pylon,
Lyres,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brand Nubian,
Cheater Slicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Main Source,
Bobby Womack,
Jacques Brel,
UT,
Eli Mardock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bronski Beat,
DNA,
the Human League,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Freddie Wadling,
PIL,
Rapeman,
Zero Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marmalade,
Theoretical Girls,
John Lydon,
Duran Duran,
The Grass Roots,
In Retrospect,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.