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 Ireland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Funkadelic to the rap 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tears for Fears,
Marshall Jefferson,
Swans,
Stiv Bators,
Chris Corsano,
The Stooges,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Barracudas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marmalade,
Carl Craig,
John Holt,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pylon,
DJ Style,
Iggy Pop,
Masters at Work,
The Moleskins,
T. Rex,
Camberwell Now,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ornette Coleman,
Alphaville,
Roxy Music,
Technova,
Livin' Joy,
New York Dolls,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Lynne,
Simply Red,
Drexciya,
Procol Harum,
Moss Icon,
Sight & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Ultra Naté,
the Bar-Kays,
Kas Product,
The Cowsills,
Los Fastidios,
Accadde A,
Pagans,
Alice Coltrane,
The Move,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Groovy Waters,
Joe Smooth,
Lakeside,
Quadrant,
Fatback Band,
Aswad,
Donald Byrd,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Von Mondo,
Gabor Szabo,
Boredoms,
DNA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.