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 Vanuatu and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Fela Kuti to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
The Busters,
Television,
Freddie Wadling,
Talk Talk,
Wasted Youth,
Parry Music,
T. Rex,
Rekid,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül II,
Nirvana,
Robert Wyatt,
Terry Callier,
Pulsallama,
Max Romeo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mojo Men,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deadbeat,
Roxette,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Happenings,
Qualms,
DJ Style,
Shuggie Otis,
Nico,
Zapp,
Prince Buster,
Blossom Toes,
Amazonics,
Aswad,
Throbbing Gristle,
Johnny Clarke,
Quando Quango,
Fluxion,
Minnie Riperton,
Kerri Chandler,
China Crisis,
The Searchers,
Rosa Yemen,
The Velvet Underground,
Agent Orange,
The Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring,
Buzzcocks,
The Moleskins,
Pantaleimon,
Clear Light,
John Holt,
In Retrospect,
The Kinks,
Section 25,
Gang of Four,
Soul II Soul,
Sandy B,
Reagan Youth,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.