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 Chile and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sam Rivers to the disco 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Bronski Beat,
Donny Hathaway,
Yusef Lateef,
Man Parrish,
Altered Images,
Oblivians,
Buzzcocks,
The Fortunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Human League,
Aural Exciters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fluxion,
Urselle,
Make Up,
Suicide,
Cecil Taylor,
Roxy Music,
Darondo,
Stiv Bators,
The Litter,
Boz Scaggs,
Eve St. Jones,
Mandrill,
Derrick May,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kurtis Blow,
Siglo XX,
The Moleskins,
The Gap Band,
Steve Hackett,
The Offenders,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Bourne,
Marmalade,
Lou Christie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cymande,
Henry Cow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sparks,
Joensuu 1685,
Q65,
Duran Duran,
Aswad,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kenny Larkin,
Joyce Sims,
Faust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minor Threat,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Clarke,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.