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 Niger and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Peter & Gordon to the punk 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Barry Ungar,
Swans,
The Mummies,
Angry Samoans,
Soul II Soul,
Depeche Mode,
The Gladiators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mandrill,
KRS-One,
The Durutti Column,
The Invisible,
Buzzcocks,
E-Dancer,
Ultra Naté,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Wyatt,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mr. Review,
UT,
Wasted Youth,
Average White Band,
Khruangbin,
Donald Byrd,
Guru Guru,
The Offenders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick Morgan,
Siglo XX,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Green,
Audionom,
Kayak,
The Moleskins,
Livin' Joy,
The Smoke,
Duran Duran,
Mo-Dettes,
Jandek,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mars,
Interpol,
The Wake,
the Swans,
Thee Headcoats,
Max Romeo,
Iggy Pop,
New Order,
Morten Harket,
Sun Ra,
Joe Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick May,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neil Young,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fuzztones,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.