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 Ireland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Sonic Youth to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Kayak,
Whodini,
Little Man,
Monks,
Vladislav Delay,
Michelle Simonal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funky Four + One,
The Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pop Group,
The Shadows of Knight,
Schoolly D,
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Crooked Eye,
Grandmaster Flash,
Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
Metal Thangz,
The Residents,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amazonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Motorama,
Slick Rick,
the Human League,
Moebius,
Q65,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Teasers,
Robert Wyatt,
Lightning Bolt,
The Divine Comedy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Leaves,
Severed Heads,
These Immortal Souls,
Can,
Bobby Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scientists,
Tres Demented,
Livin' Joy,
Henry Cow,
Ken Boothe,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cure,
The Blues Magoos,
MC5,
Shoche,
Kerri Chandler,
Camouflage,
Bob Dylan,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.