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 Congo and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jerry's Kids to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
T. Rex,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Bananas,
Cecil Taylor,
Sound Behaviour,
Blake Baxter,
Scion,
The Wake,
Ultra Naté,
Kayak,
Mars,
Guru Guru,
Ornette Coleman,
Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
Nas,
Ten City,
The Five Americans,
Derrick May,
Cameo,
Ituana,
AZ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
48th St. Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tom Boy,
the Normal,
Khruangbin,
The Litter,
Lindisfarne,
The Human League,
Colin Newman,
CMW,
Newcleus,
Public Enemy,
Japan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Popol Vuh,
The Cramps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Niagra,
Faust,
The Happenings,
Aural Exciters,
DNA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bluetip,
Panda Bear,
The Flesh Eaters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jacob Miller,
Vladislav Delay,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Johnny Clarke,
The Modern Lovers,
The Victims,
The Gun Club,
Barrington Levy,
The Mummies,
Lyres,
Marmalade,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.