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 Panama and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 The Moody Blues to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cybotron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Skatalites,
Adolescents,
Sixth Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
Kaleidoscope,
The Litter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Japan,
CMW,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerri Chandler,
Mandrill,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The New Christs,
Scott Walker,
New York Dolls,
Faraquet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kayak,
Roxette,
The Slits,
Terry Callier,
John Lydon,
The Barracudas,
June Days,
Iggy Pop,
The Gap Band,
Rakim,
James White and The Blacks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Shoche,
The Move,
Lungfish,
The Trojans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultra Naté,
Nico,
Funky Four + One,
Piero Umiliani,
Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
Wally Richardson,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unrelated Segments,
T.S.O.L.,
Drexciya,
The Alarm Clocks,
ABBA,
Ossler,
Pierre Henry,
10cc,
The Martian,
Glenn Branca,
Tomorrow,
Joyce Sims,
Don Cherry,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.