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 Vietnam and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sun Ra 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '80s.
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 Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Divine Comedy,
Funky Four + One,
Main Source,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fluxion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Isaac Hayes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Theoretical Girls,
Cameo,
China Crisis,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare,
The Slackers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scion,
Scan 7,
The Modern Lovers,
Maurizio,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
a-ha,
Wolf Eyes,
the Human League,
Ituana,
Josef K,
The Kinks,
The Neon Judgement,
JFA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dead C,
Country Teasers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Count Five,
Scientists,
Alphaville,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smoke,
Soul II Soul,
Flamin' Groovies,
Donald Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
Black Pus,
Outsiders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tears for Fears,
the Association,
Scott Walker,
John Foxx,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.