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 Panama and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Donald Fagen 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 Fluxion to the grime 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Pylon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bootsy Collins,
Nirvana,
Black Pus,
K-Klass,
Colin Newman,
Black Flag,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mummies,
Scratch Acid,
Leonard Cohen,
Ornette Coleman,
Infiniti,
Steve Hackett,
Sam Rivers,
The Real Kids,
The Evens,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dave Gahan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aaron Thompson,
the Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
Simply Red,
Duran Duran,
Maurizio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flipper,
a-ha,
Organ,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Von Mondo,
Agitation Free,
Q and Not U,
Nik Kershaw,
Barry Ungar,
B.T. Express,
Derrick May,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeff Mills,
OOIOO,
Au Pairs,
Youth Brigade,
Saccharine Trust,
Tom Boy,
AZ,
John Lydon,
Popol Vuh,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shoche,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
Warsaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.