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 Djibouti and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fugazi to the punk 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thee Headcoats,
Kas Product,
a-ha,
Con Funk Shun,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ituana,
Technova,
Theoretical Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gastr Del Sol,
The New Christs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Depeche Mode,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ponytail,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlback,
Letta Mbulu,
Spandau Ballet,
Jawbox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Glenn Branca,
Hasil Adkins,
The Real Kids,
Hot Snakes,
Isaac Hayes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Guru Guru,
Rapeman,
Marmalade,
Don Cherry,
Soft Machine,
The Buckinghams,
The Index,
John Cale,
The Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ken Boothe,
Second Layer,
Television Personalities,
Altered Images,
John Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
Neu!,
Newcleus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Steve Hackett,
the Swans,
The Slits,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.