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 Australia and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 the Normal to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Shoche,
Cal Tjader,
Banda Bassotti,
The Grass Roots,
Black Bananas,
Cecil Taylor,
Crooked Eye,
Joey Negro,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sex Pistols,
X-102,
Minutemen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rotary Connection,
Alice Coltrane,
Roger Hodgson,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythm & Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fall,
8 Eyed Spy,
Monolake,
Black Sheep,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Moody Blues,
Desert Stars,
Khruangbin,
Nirvana,
Niagra,
Simply Red,
Visage,
Spoonie Gee,
Erasure,
Sight & Sound,
the Human League,
Bobby Byrd,
The Searchers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warren Ellis,
Moby Grape,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jacob Miller,
Make Up,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The J.B.'s,
The Monks,
L. Decosne,
Althea and Donna,
The Toasters,
ABBA,
Graham Central Station,
Los Fastidios,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magma,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.