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 San Marino and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Neu! to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Grass Roots,
The Happenings,
Crash Course in Science,
Duran Duran,
Television Personalities,
Malaria!,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blackbyrds,
Fela Kuti,
Marvin Gaye,
Hasil Adkins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Althea and Donna,
Sonic Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Reuben Wilson,
Dead Boys,
Patti Smith,
The Human League,
Bronski Beat,
Second Layer,
D'Angelo,
Oblivians,
Kerrie Biddell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
Pussy Galore,
The Fall,
the Bar-Kays,
Ornette Coleman,
ABC,
the Swans,
Colin Newman,
Rapeman,
Warren Ellis,
X-102,
Joy Division,
Porter Ricks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Von Mondo,
Pulsallama,
Stetsasonic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warsaw,
The Fugs,
Judy Mowatt,
Inner City,
Derrick Morgan,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fad Gadget,
The Gap Band,
R.M.O.,
Neu!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Wyatt,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.