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 Andorra and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 The Kinks to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Todd Terry,
Visage,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ronnie Foster,
Derrick Morgan,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Hill,
The Last Poets,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Banda Bassotti,
Cybotron,
cv313,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Morten Harket,
Pussy Galore,
Altered Images,
the Swans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Junior Murvin,
Ornette Coleman,
These Immortal Souls,
Little Man,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Machine,
Supertramp,
The Martian,
Man Parrish,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bluetip,
Section 25,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scientists,
Simply Red,
Mo-Dettes,
Terry Callier,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barry Ungar,
John Cale,
Outsiders,
China Crisis,
Nick Fraelich,
Wasted Youth,
Sandy B,
Reagan Youth,
Sun Ra,
Alphaville,
Johnny Clarke,
Archie Shepp,
Charles Mingus,
New York Dolls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zero Boys,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.