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 Dominican Republic and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 The Birthday Party to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Wally Richardson,
Dual Sessions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mantronix,
Cecil Taylor,
Nas,
Massinfluence,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barrington Levy,
Crash Course in Science,
Fluxion,
Eric Dolphy,
Jerry's Kids,
Todd Terry,
June Days,
Jacob Miller,
Rapeman,
Nick Fraelich,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aswad,
Radiohead,
Swell Maps,
Henry Cow,
Toni Rubio,
OOIOO,
Infiniti,
Essential Logic,
Thompson Twins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Smooth,
Janne Schatter,
Steve Hackett,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül,
Black Bananas,
Drexciya,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Görl,
This Heat,
Parry Music,
Blossom Toes,
Bob Dylan,
Amon Düül II,
The Names,
Marc Almond,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boredoms,
Don Cherry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Bourne,
the Slits,
Charles Mingus,
Altered Images,
Archie Shepp,
Yellowson,
Harry Pussy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sound Behaviour,
The Moleskins,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.