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 Sweden and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Henry Cow to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Albert Ayler,
The Stooges,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Livin' Joy,
Fela Kuti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
E-Dancer,
Parry Music,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Martian,
Marvin Gaye,
Harmonia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Qualms,
The Pretty Things,
Danielle Patucci,
Roger Hodgson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Television Personalities,
Dawn Penn,
Ice-T,
Joy Division,
Excepter,
Fat Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bronski Beat,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Letta Mbulu,
L. Decosne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Monolake,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare,
Barclay James Harvest,
A Certain Ratio,
James White and The Blacks,
The J.B.'s,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rekid,
The Move,
Ossler,
Glenn Branca,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Television,
The Count Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mummies,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Finger,
Alison Limerick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Surgeon,
Mr. Review,
Jacques Brel,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.