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 Austria and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yusef Lateef 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Youth Brigade,
Bang On A Can,
Sister Nancy,
Bush Tetras,
Josef K,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tres Demented,
Radiohead,
Gang Starr,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra,
Boz Scaggs,
Bad Manners,
The Velvet Underground,
Soft Machine,
the Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mad Mike,
The Leaves,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fortunes,
Darondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Moody Blues,
Kerri Chandler,
Cymande,
Sight & Sound,
Simply Red,
Iggy Pop,
Isaac Hayes,
The Victims,
The Vogues,
Japan,
Pylon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Public Enemy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Pus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Andrew Hill,
Todd Rundgren,
Charles Mingus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crash Course in Science,
Negative Approach,
Minutemen,
The Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
F. McDonald,
Interpol,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vladislav Delay,
The Real Kids,
Procol Harum,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Soft Cell,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.