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 Ghana and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 In Retrospect 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Average White Band,
Byron Stingily,
Pulsallama,
Carl Craig,
UT,
Howard Jones,
Lindisfarne,
Amon Düül II,
Tubeway Army,
Mars,
Country Teasers,
DNA,
Pierre Henry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Five Americans,
Hardrive,
The Smoke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Public Enemy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacques Brel,
The Zeros,
Joe Finger,
Camberwell Now,
The Knickerbockers,
Arthur Verocai,
Glenn Branca,
Hashim,
The Remains,
Lou Christie,
Pet Shop Boys,
Metal Thangz,
World's Most,
Bobby Sherman,
Althea and Donna,
Y Pants,
Roger Hodgson,
Donald Byrd,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
Ronan,
New Age Steppers,
JFA,
a-ha,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sonic Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Banda Bassotti,
Nas,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slackers,
Organ,
The Toasters,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Slits,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Standells,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.