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 Antigua and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 The Raincoats to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Kayak,
Donny Hathaway,
Absolute Body Control,
Quando Quango,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Sherman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gap Band,
Zapp,
The Skatalites,
Goldenarms,
Sister Nancy,
ABBA,
Average White Band,
Soft Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Henry Cow,
Ice-T,
David Axelrod,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Christie,
Icehouse,
Unwound,
Max Romeo,
Eric Dolphy,
Sparks,
Wolf Eyes,
Eddi Front,
Echospace,
The Gories,
Y Pants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stetsasonic,
The Five Americans,
Bill Near,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
Duran Duran,
Minny Pops,
Monolake,
Jerry's Kids,
The Count Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Second Layer,
The Real Kids,
Fatback Band,
Jawbox,
Adolescents,
The Fuzztones,
Bad Manners,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swell Maps,
Sight & Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Aaron Thompson,
Morten Harket,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Busters,
Procol Harum,
Royal Trux,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.