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 Djibouti 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Wings to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Inner City,
Ituana,
Popol Vuh,
Groovy Waters,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris & Cosey,
Cal Tjader,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alphaville,
The Neon Judgement,
The New Christs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Adolescents,
Desert Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
B.T. Express,
Bill Near,
Guru Guru,
Erykah Badu,
Thee Headcoats,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris Corsano,
Fad Gadget,
Arab on Radar,
Pantytec,
Bang On A Can,
Black Bananas,
Basic Channel,
Hardrive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Evens,
Kaleidoscope,
The Remains,
Intrusion,
Bronski Beat,
The Smoke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nik Kershaw,
Minnie Riperton,
Lower 48,
Harmonia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Qualms,
Stiv Bators,
Heaven 17,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Y Pants,
Technova,
The Divine Comedy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barrington Levy,
Mark Hollis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.