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 Afghanistan and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Fat Boys to the disco 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Jerry's Kids,
Funky Four + One,
Boz Scaggs,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ornette Coleman,
Pussy Galore,
Ohio Players,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
Radiohead,
Mad Mike,
Yazoo,
Eli Mardock,
Au Pairs,
The Move,
Pulsallama,
the Normal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
KRS-One,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül,
The Raincoats,
Ludus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lakeside,
Nirvana,
Saccharine Trust,
Lower 48,
The Moody Blues,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mandrill,
Fela Kuti,
Bill Wells,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oblivians,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kurtis Blow,
Aural Exciters,
Bauhaus,
Iggy Pop,
Ultra Naté,
Q65,
Young Marble Giants,
Talk Talk,
Das Ding,
Inner City,
Deepchord,
Clear Light,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Malaria!,
Loose Ends,
Faraquet,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.