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 East Timor and from London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Laurel Aitken to the dance 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deakin,
Erykah Badu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
UT,
David Bowie,
Crash Course in Science,
Shoche,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Parrish,
The Skatalites,
Anakelly,
Dark Day,
The Buckinghams,
Symarip,
Camberwell Now,
Black Pus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Toasters,
Procol Harum,
Rekid,
Depeche Mode,
Soul Sonic Force,
Organ,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kas Product,
Reuben Wilson,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young,
Harmonia,
Roxette,
Vladislav Delay,
The Victims,
China Crisis,
ABBA,
Bang On A Can,
Sällskapet,
The Shadows of Knight,
OOIOO,
Smog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Das Ding,
Fluxion,
Lalann,
Boz Scaggs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Arcadia,
The Index,
Thee Headcoats,
Pylon,
The Music Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Nico,
Robert Hood,
Scratch Acid,
The Velvet Underground,
Little Man,
Spoonie Gee,
Joe Smooth,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.