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 Mozambique and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Oblivians to the electroclash 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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Susan Cadogan,
Urselle,
Black Flag,
Tubeway Army,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Toni Rubio,
Eve St. Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nas,
Circle Jerks,
The Leaves,
Organ,
Visage,
Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Christie,
Nico,
Brass Construction,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rakim,
Tears for Fears,
Junior Murvin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Golliwogs,
Boredoms,
Rotary Connection,
Ronan,
Mad Mike,
Minor Threat,
Soulsonic Force,
Echospace,
Swans,
Skaos,
Skriet,
The Index,
Vainqueur,
The Saints,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ohio Players,
The Busters,
Zapp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gories,
8 Eyed Spy,
OOIOO,
Zero Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Sherman,
Kayak,
Fad Gadget,
Buzzcocks,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.