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 China and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 rock 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Ituana,
Electric Prunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Excepter,
Mandrill,
Skriet,
Y Pants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quando Quango,
Black Sheep,
Ten City,
Severed Heads,
Cluster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sonic Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
Howard Jones,
Grey Daturas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aaron Thompson,
Ludus,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric Dolphy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Al Stewart,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric B and Rakim,
JFA,
Zapp,
Malaria!,
Black Flag,
D'Angelo,
John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aswad,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faraquet,
Dawn Penn,
The Walker Brothers,
Nas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
cv313,
Marmalade,
Infiniti,
The Selecter,
Agitation Free,
Steve Hackett,
Soul II Soul,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter and Kerry,
Joyce Sims,
Johnny Osbourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.