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 Israel and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Rakim to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Stetsasonic,
Skriet,
Cluster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Martian,
X-Ray Spex,
Soul II Soul,
Aswad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Beau Brummels,
Archie Shepp,
Echospace,
Minny Pops,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Human League,
The Barracudas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nils Olav,
Isaac Hayes,
Brick,
Darondo,
Yusef Lateef,
Dead Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scrapy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Kayak,
Cybotron,
Thompson Twins,
The Raincoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terry Callier,
Rosa Yemen,
Lungfish,
Rakim,
Ice-T,
Vainqueur,
Ultravox,
John Holt,
Slick Rick,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Byrd,
Tomorrow,
Radiohead,
La Düsseldorf,
Wolf Eyes,
Steve Hackett,
Ronan,
Can,
Michelle Simonal,
Lakeside,
Motorama,
Wally Richardson,
Quando Quango,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.