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 Guatemala and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the grunge 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Remains,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cure,
Eve St. Jones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Negative Approach,
AZ,
Ponytail,
Pagans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Young Marble Giants,
Swans,
Harmonia,
Jandek,
Kas Product,
Eurythmics,
Yazoo,
The Happenings,
Lower 48,
Underground Resistance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Christie,
Max Romeo,
Aural Exciters,
Steve Hackett,
Gang of Four,
Ludus,
Anakelly,
Heaven 17,
Funky Four + One,
The Evens,
Mantronix,
Rufus Thomas,
48th St. Collective,
Leonard Cohen,
Vainqueur,
Gong,
Andrew Hill,
Camberwell Now,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aloha Tigers,
Television,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amon Düül II,
Lakeside,
The Doors,
Circle Jerks,
The Searchers,
Pet Shop Boys,
One Last Wish,
Q65,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Order,
The Moody Blues,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minny Pops,
The Smiths,
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.