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 Cambodia and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Howard Jones to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Ponytail,
Anthony Braxton,
Loose Ends,
Todd Rundgren,
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Malaria!,
Agitation Free,
Parry Music,
Amon Düül,
Sex Pistols,
UT,
The Fugs,
the Normal,
Au Pairs,
Half Japanese,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Vogues,
Fela Kuti,
Ituana,
Ossler,
Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
Buzzcocks,
The Searchers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Absolute Body Control,
Hashim,
Warsaw,
Lyres,
Eric Dolphy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Finger,
Radiohead,
Fugazi,
Alphaville,
Ice-T,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terry Callier,
Arcadia,
Sarah Menescal,
Lightning Bolt,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Moon,
Ken Boothe,
Sällskapet,
Zapp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
Bauhaus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suburban Knight,
Harmonia,
Mr. Review,
Bang On A Can,
Reuben Wilson,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.