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 Guinea-Bissau and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Kurtis Blow to the funk 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cheater Slicks,
Vainqueur,
Clear Light,
Stiv Bators,
Dennis Brown,
Ludus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stetsasonic,
Sällskapet,
The Standells,
Eric Copeland,
Mandrill,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lower 48,
John Lydon,
The Victims,
DNA,
Heaven 17,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fad Gadget,
Guru Guru,
Mark Hollis,
Thee Headcoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Adolescents,
One Last Wish,
Angry Samoans,
Television Personalities,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hoover,
Blossom Toes,
Second Layer,
Barrington Levy,
L. Decosne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kurtis Blow,
Ronnie Foster,
The Doors,
Babytalk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wolf Eyes,
Main Source,
The Fugs,
The Gladiators,
The Cramps,
The Real Kids,
The Tremeloes,
Qualms,
Pylon,
Al Stewart,
the Bar-Kays,
Man Parrish,
Brick,
Fela Kuti,
Jacques Brel,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.