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 Dominica and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Toni Rubio to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Fugazi,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deakin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Franke,
Television Personalities,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantytec,
UT,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Schoolly D,
Scott Walker,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
R.M.O.,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eurythmics,
Radiohead,
Sixth Finger,
Easy Going,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeru the Damaja,
H. Thieme,
New Age Steppers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter & Gordon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arab on Radar,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aural Exciters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Human League,
Arcadia,
CMW,
Infiniti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Count Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cure,
Alton Ellis,
Blancmange,
Yaz,
In Retrospect,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Slackers,
John Foxx,
Skriet,
Amon Düül,
Brothers Johnson,
Letta Mbulu,
Wasted Youth,
Tom Boy,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.