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 Comoros and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Cal Tjader to the grunge 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Rakim,
E-Dancer,
cv313,
Desert Stars,
John Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rod Modell,
Robert Görl,
Marvin Gaye,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Das Ding,
Marc Almond,
The American Breed,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mummies,
Deepchord,
Bad Manners,
Maurizio,
The Barracudas,
X-Ray Spex,
Monks,
Don Cherry,
Johnny Clarke,
Aloha Tigers,
Newcleus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultra Naté,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Womack,
Gichy Dan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed,
Agitation Free,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Wyatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chrome,
Chris Corsano,
The Divine Comedy,
Cal Tjader,
Quantec,
Jerry's Kids,
Dead Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Inner City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Youth Brigade,
Cluster,
The Offenders,
The J.B.'s,
Rites of Spring,
Cameo,
Barclay James Harvest,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang of Four,
Fad Gadget,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.