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 Cyprus and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Wyatt to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerri Chandler,
Bush Tetras,
The Moleskins,
Donald Byrd,
a-ha,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arthur Verocai,
Aloha Tigers,
Half Japanese,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fatback Band,
The Human League,
One Last Wish,
Scan 7,
Crooked Eye,
Television Personalities,
Idris Muhammad,
Ten City,
Liliput,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fluxion,
Make Up,
the Sonics,
Derrick May,
Harmonia,
L. Decosne,
E-Dancer,
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unrelated Segments,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gories,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cure,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smiths,
Kurtis Blow,
T. Rex,
Marmalade,
Marine Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flipper,
The Cowsills,
Gregory Isaacs,
Slick Rick,
B.T. Express,
Hoover,
The Buckinghams,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Bourne,
China Crisis,
Black Bananas,
Metal Thangz,
Motorama,
Yellowson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.