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 Ukraine and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Pulsallama to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sparks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terry Callier,
Judy Mowatt,
LL Cool J,
Schoolly D,
Mad Mike,
The Smiths,
The Modern Lovers,
Eurythmics,
The Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Sonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Audionom,
The Blues Magoos,
The Electric Prunes,
Barrington Levy,
Harpers Bizarre,
10cc,
Television Personalities,
The Beau Brummels,
T.S.O.L.,
Drexciya,
KRS-One,
Chris Corsano,
Ponytail,
Porter Ricks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Urselle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Section 25,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Foxx,
Yusef Lateef,
Erasure,
Ultravox,
Joensuu 1685,
Radio Birdman,
The Cure,
The Doobie Brothers,
CMW,
Sugar Minott,
Altered Images,
Fat Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Public Enemy,
Bluetip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joyce Sims,
Maurizio,
Harry Pussy,
Blossom Toes,
The Gap Band,
the Association,
Young Marble Giants,
The Leaves,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.