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 East Timor and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Jawbox to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Black Bananas,
Yazoo,
Spoonie Gee,
The Residents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Soulsonic Force,
The Seeds,
Gang of Four,
Joy Division,
Minny Pops,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alphaville,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Neon Judgement,
Hot Snakes,
the Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Tremeloes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
MC5,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joey Negro,
The Young Rascals,
Faraquet,
John Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
The Real Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Quando Quango,
R.M.O.,
The Mojo Men,
Sparks,
Kurtis Blow,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fall,
Spandau Ballet,
Moss Icon,
Second Layer,
Talk Talk,
Quantec,
The Red Krayola,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Mills,
The Gories,
Pantytec,
Hasil Adkins,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.