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 Sri Lanka and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Kenny Larkin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Motions,
B.T. Express,
Country Teasers,
Tom Boy,
Sex Pistols,
Alton Ellis,
Agitation Free,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Hill,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultimate Spinach,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Hood,
Jeff Mills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Angels of Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Age Steppers,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slits,
Intrusion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Supertramp,
Simply Red,
Bootsy Collins,
Moebius,
Animal Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
Monolake,
Al Stewart,
Public Enemy,
Buzzcocks,
K-Klass,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cameo,
Cal Tjader,
Black Flag,
Accadde A,
Cybotron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mad Mike,
The Blackbyrds,
Rod Modell,
Fugazi,
The Offenders,
Ten City,
Lakeside,
Deepchord,
Babytalk,
the Human League,
The Star Department,
Eve St. Jones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Connie Case,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.