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 Canada and from New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Throbbing Gristle to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arcadia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Fraelich,
Angry Samoans,
Tim Buckley,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marmalade,
Aloha Tigers,
Japan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cluster,
Bluetip,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Soul II Soul,
Tubeway Army,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sixth Finger,
the Association,
Leonard Cohen,
R.M.O.,
Minor Threat,
The Doors,
Gang Starr,
Man Eating Sloth,
48th St. Collective,
Cameo,
Skaos,
Maurizio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maleditus Sound,
Babytalk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Don Cherry,
Minnie Riperton,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anthony Braxton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Associates,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Remains,
June Days,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
Quadrant,
Donald Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
Fluxion,
Moebius,
New Order,
Flamin' Groovies,
UT,
Swell Maps,
Nas,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sällskapet,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.