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 Honduras and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the disco 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eurythmics,
Guru Guru,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter and Kerry,
Colin Newman,
The Gap Band,
OOIOO,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jawbox,
Dennis Brown,
Angry Samoans,
Marine Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nils Olav,
The Grass Roots,
Mark Hollis,
Circle Jerks,
The Move,
Rod Modell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ponytail,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marshall Jefferson,
cv313,
Mad Mike,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Seeds,
The Vogues,
Interpol,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alton Ellis,
Country Teasers,
The Busters,
Livin' Joy,
The Mojo Men,
Urselle,
Accadde A,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Smog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tres Demented,
Arthur Verocai,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siglo XX,
U.S. Maple,
Hoover,
Intrusion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Freddie Wadling,
Shuggie Otis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bill Wells,
F. McDonald,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terry Callier,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.