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 Kenya and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 Gun Club to the rock 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Bauhaus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Albert Ayler,
Pere Ubu,
Fad Gadget,
Ronnie Foster,
Matthew Bourne,
Jawbox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stereo Dub,
Gong,
Moss Icon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Oblivians,
The Buckinghams,
CMW,
Lungfish,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Womack,
Quando Quango,
Cecil Taylor,
Suicide,
The Barracudas,
Surgeon,
Brand Nubian,
a-ha,
Barbara Tucker,
Cameo,
Hasil Adkins,
Ken Boothe,
Delta 5,
Quadrant,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
LL Cool J,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Happenings,
Rufus Thomas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slave,
Trumans Water,
One Last Wish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bootsy Collins,
Lightning Bolt,
The Velvet Underground,
Japan,
The Slackers,
Scan 7,
Patti Smith,
Talk Talk,
Judy Mowatt,
10cc,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.