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 Malawi and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Magazine to the punk 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Tubeway Army,
F. McDonald,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantaleimon,
The Remains,
Youth Brigade,
The Wake,
Inner City,
Eve St. Jones,
Roy Ayers,
Cheater Slicks,
In Retrospect,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monks,
Robert Görl,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Lydon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiohead,
Tommy Roe,
The Move,
Ossler,
Carl Craig,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moby Grape,
Brick,
Arthur Verocai,
Crime,
Procol Harum,
The Sound,
Faraquet,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mojo Men,
Spoonie Gee,
Colin Newman,
Theoretical Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masters at Work,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rakim,
The Leaves,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Offenders,
Donny Hathaway,
New Age Steppers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Accadde A,
Charles Mingus,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Alice Coltrane,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.