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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Osbourne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Index,
Monolake,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Derrick May,
Jimmy McGriff,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Bananas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Wyatt,
A Certain Ratio,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Sneak,
Colin Newman,
Bootsy Collins,
Camberwell Now,
Nils Olav,
Junior Murvin,
Mark Hollis,
Eric Copeland,
KRS-One,
Cameo,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mojo Men,
Kayak,
The Fugs,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül II,
E-Dancer,
Von Mondo,
Althea and Donna,
Glenn Branca,
Yusef Lateef,
Panda Bear,
Roxy Music,
Archie Shepp,
Eve St. Jones,
Rod Modell,
The Vogues,
the Human League,
Charles Mingus,
Frankie Knuckles,
DJ Style,
Dark Day,
R.M.O.,
Kenny Larkin,
Erasure,
Visage,
The Skatalites,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Second Layer,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.