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 Mauritius and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Boz Scaggs to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television,
Smog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fuzztones,
Pagans,
Rufus Thomas,
Q and Not U,
AZ,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young,
LL Cool J,
Jacob Miller,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scan 7,
Andrew Hill,
Radiohead,
Livin' Joy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cheater Slicks,
Masters at Work,
Depeche Mode,
The Leaves,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fluxion,
K-Klass,
Marvin Gaye,
Josef K,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
Young Marble Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
The Slits,
Lebanon Hanover,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Audionom,
Wolf Eyes,
Skarface,
Scott Walker,
Stetsasonic,
Scientists,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unwound,
China Crisis,
The Count Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Green,
In Retrospect,
Rakim,
La Düsseldorf,
DJ Style,
B.T. Express,
The Associates,
a-ha,
Glambeats Corp.,
Iggy Pop,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.