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 Mongolia and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage 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 Scrapy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Accadde A,
the Bar-Kays,
Lungfish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Smooth,
Make Up,
Henry Cow,
Boz Scaggs,
Glambeats Corp.,
The New Christs,
Television Personalities,
Chris Corsano,
Josef K,
The Tremeloes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Donny Hathaway,
The Angels of Light,
Leonard Cohen,
Half Japanese,
Colin Newman,
Symarip,
Flipper,
Nas,
Michelle Simonal,
Buzzcocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Leaves,
Sugar Minott,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Organ,
The Beau Brummels,
Jerry's Kids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quando Quango,
Barclay James Harvest,
Connie Case,
Cameo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Electric Prunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Infiniti,
Section 25,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amazonics,
These Immortal Souls,
The American Breed,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sister Nancy,
the Association,
Bobby Sherman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Slackers,
Vainqueur,
Sparks,
Todd Terry,
LL Cool J,
Johnny Clarke,
Scan 7,
Country Teasers,
Outsiders,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.