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 Cuba and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Panda Bear to the funk 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Arab on Radar,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June of 44,
One Last Wish,
Barrington Levy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Wyatt,
David Axelrod,
Soulsonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gong,
Prince Buster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lebanon Hanover,
Von Mondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Basic Channel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ten City,
Electric Prunes,
B.T. Express,
Yellowson,
Gabor Szabo,
Donny Hathaway,
Little Man,
Porter Ricks,
Arcadia,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jandek,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fortunes,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker,
The Saints,
Boredoms,
Main Source,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Christie,
Radio Birdman,
Trumans Water,
Silicon Teens,
Pulsallama,
Piero Umiliani,
Procol Harum,
Banda Bassotti,
Kenny Larkin,
Skaos,
Scion,
The Detroit Cobras,
China Crisis,
Joy Division,
Spoonie Gee,
Organ,
Bang On A Can,
Au Pairs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vainqueur,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Slits,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.