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 Marshall Islands and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Lou Reed 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 Groovy Waters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
The Last Poets,
Buzzcocks,
Depeche Mode,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantaleimon,
Anakelly,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Colin Newman,
The Black Dice,
Funkadelic,
Warren Ellis,
MDC,
Moss Icon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q and Not U,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fugs,
Alphaville,
Black Sheep,
Pharoah Sanders,
Little Man,
In Retrospect,
Pole,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric Dolphy,
Tomorrow,
The Monks,
Erykah Badu,
Fat Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Skaos,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Womack,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zero Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Bronski Beat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brass Construction,
Basic Channel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Livin' Joy,
The Gories,
Black Moon,
the Normal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cal Tjader,
Bauhaus,
Panda Bear,
Crooked Eye,
Derrick May,
The Human League,
Popol Vuh,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.