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 Pakistan and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the dance 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Yaz,
The Dirtbombs,
Los Fastidios,
Judy Mowatt,
Graham Central Station,
Brand Nubian,
Faust,
Wings,
Masters at Work,
The Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Wells,
Peter and Kerry,
Sparks,
Soft Cell,
Cheater Slicks,
Soul Sonic Force,
MC5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Hill,
Nik Kershaw,
Organ,
Robert Görl,
U.S. Maple,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Das Ding,
Negative Approach,
David Bowie,
Bob Dylan,
The Sonics,
June Days,
Aaron Thompson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bauhaus,
Panda Bear,
Niagra,
Vainqueur,
Trumans Water,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Throbbing Gristle,
James White and The Blacks,
Gong,
Eden Ahbez,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Davy DMX,
Pagans,
JFA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deakin,
48th St. Collective,
The Cowsills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Royal Trux,
Youth Brigade,
Mars,
Alison Limerick,
Black Sheep,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.