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 Tuvalu and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Essential Logic to the crunk 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Wings,
Niagra,
Flamin' Groovies,
8 Eyed Spy,
Donald Byrd,
Trumans Water,
The New Christs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter and Kerry,
Funky Four + One,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Main Source,
Danielle Patucci,
Barrington Levy,
Tommy Roe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dennis Brown,
CMW,
The Walker Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Whodini,
The Dirtbombs,
Fatback Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Y Pants,
Rites of Spring,
Eddi Front,
Sugar Minott,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Icehouse,
Flipper,
Television,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harry Pussy,
Intrusion,
Outsiders,
Accadde A,
Public Enemy,
The Residents,
Joey Negro,
Minutemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Raincoats,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeff Lynne,
John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
Kerri Chandler,
Terrestrial Tones,
This Heat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Supertramp,
Blake Baxter,
Kurtis Blow,
Lightning Bolt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
10cc,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.