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 San Marino and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Unrelated Segments to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brick,
Amazonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
David McCallum,
The Pop Group,
Swell Maps,
Reagan Youth,
FM Einheit,
Isaac Hayes,
Motorama,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ituana,
The Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
Scion,
Moby Grape,
the Association,
Dawn Penn,
John Foxx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Style,
Nik Kershaw,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dirtbombs,
LL Cool J,
David Bowie,
Pantytec,
Organ,
Arthur Verocai,
Roger Hodgson,
Das Ding,
Junior Murvin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Offenders,
Archie Shepp,
Bang On A Can,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sound Behaviour,
Davy DMX,
The Golliwogs,
Aloha Tigers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tears for Fears,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Half Japanese,
Circle Jerks,
Yellowson,
The Last Poets,
Desert Stars,
Soul II Soul,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Porter Ricks,
Fad Gadget,
The New Christs,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.