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 Suriname and from London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Excepter to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Wyatt,
Aloha Tigers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Leaves,
Masters at Work,
EPMD,
R.M.O.,
Joey Negro,
Procol Harum,
One Last Wish,
Half Japanese,
Alphaville,
MC5,
Jacob Miller,
Pharoah Sanders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pagans,
David Bowie,
H. Thieme,
Accadde A,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Bananas,
John Cale,
Eddi Front,
Mars,
Cybotron,
Radiohead,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monks,
OOIOO,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arcadia,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang On A Can,
UT,
Whodini,
Rhythm & Sound,
Japan,
Magma,
Desert Stars,
Alison Limerick,
the Normal,
Joensuu 1685,
Barrington Levy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ludus,
K-Klass,
Sam Rivers,
Television,
The Martian,
The New Christs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.