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 Uruguay and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blues Magoos to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
The Fugs,
Alice Coltrane,
John Lydon,
X-102,
Mars,
The Busters,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Music Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bob Dylan,
Marine Girls,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marmalade,
Half Japanese,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pierre Henry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Surgeon,
Groovy Waters,
Man Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Buzzcocks,
Newcleus,
Bobby Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Rundgren,
Pylon,
Prince Buster,
Nas,
B.T. Express,
Donald Byrd,
Sight & Sound,
Arab on Radar,
John Holt,
Fear,
Ludus,
Bang On A Can,
Stetsasonic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Neon Judgement,
Unwound,
Clear Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amon Düül,
Graham Central Station,
Ituana,
The Invisible,
R.M.O.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang of Four,
Oblivians,
X-101,
Silicon Teens,
These Immortal Souls,
Moebius,
Vainqueur,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doors,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.