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 Finland and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Black Bananas to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Albert Ayler,
Simply Red,
Suicide,
Yusef Lateef,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Teasers,
Fluxion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Piero Umiliani,
Aural Exciters,
Vladislav Delay,
Sandy B,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mojo Men,
D'Angelo,
The Five Americans,
Unrelated Segments,
cv313,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thompson Twins,
Tears for Fears,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Sonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blossom Toes,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
Desert Stars,
Darondo,
June of 44,
the Fania All-Stars,
Organ,
Parry Music,
Y Pants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Make Up,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Finger,
The Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
DNA,
Can,
Fatback Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tomorrow,
Qualms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Echospace,
Audionom,
Fat Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Magazine,
Crime,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.