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 Kazakhstan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
The New Christs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lightning Bolt,
Little Man,
Shuggie Otis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Popol Vuh,
Moby Grape,
Guru Guru,
Sun Ra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soulsonic Force,
Skaos,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fortunes,
Index,
Buzzcocks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minutemen,
The Sound,
Visage,
Black Sheep,
the Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Clear Light,
Adolescents,
Stiv Bators,
Sparks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wolf Eyes,
Boz Scaggs,
Smog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Stooges,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dead C,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantaleimon,
The Last Poets,
The Associates,
Intrusion,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Lynne,
Deepchord,
Erykah Badu,
Brass Construction,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
Massinfluence,
the Human League,
Scratch Acid,
The Tremeloes,
Sonic Youth,
The Fall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tomorrow,
Flipper,
Dennis Brown,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.