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 Angola and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 David Bowie 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 Lindisfarne to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Happenings,
Banda Bassotti,
Sugar Minott,
John Lydon,
Fat Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Remains,
Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hardrive,
Model 500,
Colin Newman,
Livin' Joy,
the Swans,
Deadbeat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Red Krayola,
Davy DMX,
Public Enemy,
Adolescents,
Bill Wells,
David Axelrod,
Hashim,
Flash Fearless,
Chris Corsano,
Mission of Burma,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Cale,
Icehouse,
Aural Exciters,
Circle Jerks,
Severed Heads,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalann,
Lindisfarne,
Moebius,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Loose Ends,
Rapeman,
The Stooges,
D'Angelo,
Depeche Mode,
Los Fastidios,
Maleditus Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Duran Duran,
Ponytail,
Stockholm Monsters,
The United States of America,
Kayak,
Bang On A Can,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.