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 Uganda and from New York.
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 Paris and Edmonton.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Toasters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Selecter,
Symarip,
Johnny Osbourne,
D'Angelo,
Grauzone,
Youth Brigade,
Don Cherry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Simply Red,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeff Lynne,
Essential Logic,
L. Decosne,
Spandau Ballet,
Josef K,
Minutemen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eurythmics,
Urselle,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Darondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Germs,
Fat Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Panda Bear,
Sarah Menescal,
The Durutti Column,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drive Like Jehu,
DJ Style,
Tropical Tobacco,
Al Stewart,
Absolute Body Control,
The Happenings,
Ponytail,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
10cc,
Tres Demented,
Danielle Patucci,
Liliput,
PIL,
Lou Reed,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Sherman,
Q and Not U,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Halsall,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxy Music,
Janne Schatter,
Alton Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.