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 Poland and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Robert Palmer 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the dance 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris & Cosey,
Buzzcocks,
Grandmaster Flash,
FM Einheit,
Cluster,
Dead Boys,
Angry Samoans,
The Blues Magoos,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Negative Approach,
David McCallum,
Excepter,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wings,
The Mummies,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moebius,
Ice-T,
X-Ray Spex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Young Rascals,
Model 500,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Morten Harket,
These Immortal Souls,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blake Baxter,
Deepchord,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amazonics,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Lynne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tres Demented,
Circle Jerks,
Das Ding,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantaleimon,
The Velvet Underground,
Toni Rubio,
Anthony Braxton,
Al Stewart,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ituana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joe Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Unwound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.