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 Swaziland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 The Durutti Column to the electroclash 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
a-ha,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Howard Jones,
Mars,
Lalann,
Charles Mingus,
Swans,
Leonard Cohen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lower 48,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Royal Trux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
One Last Wish,
Peter and Kerry,
Dark Day,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stereo Dub,
Agitation Free,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Wyatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brand Nubian,
Dead Boys,
Archie Shepp,
The Gories,
The Tremeloes,
Absolute Body Control,
The Zeros,
Tim Buckley,
Procol Harum,
Jerry's Kids,
Siglo XX,
Suicide,
Dual Sessions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eli Mardock,
Fugazi,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Junior Murvin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare,
Outsiders,
Carl Craig,
Television Personalities,
Fluxion,
The Barracudas,
Aaron Thompson,
Blossom Toes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arab on Radar,
Nas,
The American Breed,
Pylon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.