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 Solomon Islands and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Boogie Down Productions to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Minutemen,
Vladislav Delay,
Gichy Dan,
Tim Buckley,
Ronnie Foster,
Sandy B,
Slave,
Wasted Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Ralphi Rosario,
Adolescents,
The Toasters,
Janne Schatter,
Shoche,
Sight & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang On A Can,
T.S.O.L.,
Main Source,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Graham Central Station,
Pussy Galore,
The Tremeloes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monolake,
The Knickerbockers,
Skriet,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Accadde A,
Clear Light,
Country Teasers,
Johnny Osbourne,
cv313,
Agitation Free,
The Modern Lovers,
Zapp,
Hashim,
Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shuggie Otis,
Dennis Brown,
Kenny Larkin,
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül II,
Visage,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moody Blues,
The Move,
Lakeside,
Jerry Gold Smith,
China Crisis,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Sherman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.