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 Venezuela and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Pantaleimon to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
Bronski Beat,
Piero Umiliani,
Massinfluence,
The Barracudas,
The Victims,
Heaven 17,
The Fall,
The Last Poets,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Toasters,
Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
Blancmange,
Althea and Donna,
the Slits,
Wings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Easy Going,
Jawbox,
Los Fastidios,
Tim Buckley,
Yazoo,
The Zeros,
Don Cherry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
This Heat,
Sixth Finger,
June of 44,
Deadbeat,
Derrick May,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
Organ,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dennis Brown,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Smiths,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalann,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Y Pants,
Johnny Clarke,
Charles Mingus,
Can,
Newcleus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sällskapet,
Barry Ungar,
Lee Hazlewood,
E-Dancer,
Drive Like Jehu,
Niagra,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.