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 Turkey and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
the Swans,
Infiniti,
Absolute Body Control,
Thompson Twins,
Marmalade,
Ten City,
Connie Case,
Eric Dolphy,
The Last Poets,
The Neon Judgement,
Sound Behaviour,
Archie Shepp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scion,
Silicon Teens,
Whodini,
Chrome,
Pantytec,
The J.B.'s,
James White and The Blacks,
Malaria!,
the Normal,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
The Standells,
Sixth Finger,
Iggy Pop,
The Birthday Party,
Roxette,
Average White Band,
Derrick Morgan,
The Busters,
Camberwell Now,
Pulsallama,
The Associates,
Hot Snakes,
Byron Stingily,
Soul II Soul,
Man Eating Sloth,
Excepter,
Popol Vuh,
Surgeon,
Ken Boothe,
Visage,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Echospace,
The Velvet Underground,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grey Daturas,
David Axelrod,
Johnny Clarke,
Wings,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mantronix,
The Offenders,
Lindisfarne,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.