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 Guinea and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Symarip to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Brick,
One Last Wish,
Deadbeat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Trojans,
Max Romeo,
Suicide,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Hill,
The Doors,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Al Stewart,
Bill Wells,
The Offenders,
Thompson Twins,
Stetsasonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bauhaus,
Glenn Branca,
U.S. Maple,
China Crisis,
Aswad,
Spandau Ballet,
Mission of Burma,
Grauzone,
MDC,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masters at Work,
Rufus Thomas,
Yellowson,
Pulsallama,
The Blues Magoos,
Groovy Waters,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tim Buckley,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sound,
Scion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Porter Ricks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donny Hathaway,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare,
Unrelated Segments,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Buckinghams,
Slick Rick,
Q65,
Godley & Creme,
Lindisfarne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Finger,
Eurythmics,
Underground Resistance,
Kerri Chandler,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.