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 Equatorial Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Thompson Twins to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Pussy Galore,
Eden Ahbez,
Arab on Radar,
Eli Mardock,
10cc,
Black Moon,
The Music Machine,
Bad Manners,
Steve Hackett,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
FM Einheit,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kas Product,
Yusef Lateef,
Erasure,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mummies,
Crooked Eye,
Flipper,
Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
John Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
Wally Richardson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Colin Newman,
The Selecter,
Skriet,
Blancmange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Y Pants,
Cluster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Outsiders,
Roxette,
Freddie Wadling,
Archie Shepp,
Minutemen,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy Collins,
Pagans,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Foxx,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soulsonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David Axelrod,
T.S.O.L.,
Ituana,
Excepter,
F. McDonald,
The American Breed,
Kerri Chandler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moleskins,
Depeche Mode,
Massinfluence,
Scan 7,
Charles Mingus,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.