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 Congo and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Black Sheep to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
The Black Dice,
Clear Light,
Aloha Tigers,
KRS-One,
Lalann,
Pussy Galore,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blancmange,
Connie Case,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wire,
The Sound,
Agitation Free,
Eddi Front,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nirvana,
The Barracudas,
The Modern Lovers,
The Offenders,
Rakim,
Avey Tare,
Moebius,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Electric Prunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Gong,
The Divine Comedy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scrapy,
Saccharine Trust,
Stiv Bators,
Malaria!,
Unwound,
The United States of America,
the Human League,
Delta 5,
The New Christs,
Colin Newman,
Thee Headcoats,
The Kinks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rapeman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Niagra,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Wake,
Popol Vuh,
Chris & Cosey,
Jacob Miller,
Ten City,
Anakelly,
Shuggie Otis,
The Pop Group,
Judy Mowatt,
Loose Ends,
Talk Talk,
James White and The Blacks,
Parry Music,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.