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 Lebanon and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Divine Comedy to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Henry Cow,
Pantytec,
Tubeway Army,
Blake Baxter,
Fear,
Crime,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dark Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ken Boothe,
Absolute Body Control,
Darondo,
The Searchers,
World's Most,
Grey Daturas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris Corsano,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Wyatt,
The Young Rascals,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yusef Lateef,
Boredoms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Circle Jerks,
This Heat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Funkadelic,
Leonard Cohen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lindisfarne,
Danielle Patucci,
Janne Schatter,
B.T. Express,
Hashim,
The Count Five,
DJ Style,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harmonia,
Erykah Badu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
Skarface,
Fad Gadget,
Moby Grape,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy Collins,
Panda Bear,
Echospace,
Amon Düül II,
Ponytail,
Zero Boys,
OOIOO,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.