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 Liberia and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Altered Images to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cecil Taylor,
Zapp,
Suburban Knight,
Archie Shepp,
Siglo XX,
FM Einheit,
Ultra Naté,
Sonic Youth,
Cymande,
Camouflage,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gories,
Moby Grape,
Thompson Twins,
Unrelated Segments,
Rapeman,
Monolake,
Harmonia,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
Simply Red,
Depeche Mode,
Adolescents,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barrington Levy,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül,
The Residents,
Godley & Creme,
The Litter,
Matthew Halsall,
Piero Umiliani,
Main Source,
Marine Girls,
The Doors,
Drexciya,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Max Romeo,
Colin Newman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Byrd,
Kas Product,
Wings,
Eli Mardock,
Lindisfarne,
Barry Ungar,
Ice-T,
Don Cherry,
Arab on Radar,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hasil Adkins,
Bluetip,
Newcleus,
The Blues Magoos,
Steve Hackett,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Clarke,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.