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 Paraguay and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Donald Fagen 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 Gichy Dan 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blackbyrds,
Maleditus Sound,
Dark Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Foxx,
Pulsallama,
Zapp,
Stiv Bators,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Clear Light,
Radio Birdman,
Brass Construction,
Underground Resistance,
Duran Duran,
Camouflage,
Spandau Ballet,
Desert Stars,
Lakeside,
the Slits,
Soft Cell,
The Saints,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shuggie Otis,
Eurythmics,
Lindisfarne,
The Gap Band,
Jacob Miller,
Buzzcocks,
Monks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül,
The Raincoats,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun Ra,
Absolute Body Control,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donald Byrd,
Barbara Tucker,
Roxy Music,
Mantronix,
Scientists,
Idris Muhammad,
Boredoms,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
kango's stein massive,
Scan 7,
UT,
Qualms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Association,
Royal Trux,
Charles Mingus,
Freddie Wadling,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.