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 Germany and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Yaz to the grunge 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Minny Pops,
Angry Samoans,
Aural Exciters,
Technova,
Bobby Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The American Breed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra,
U.S. Maple,
The Move,
Rufus Thomas,
Scrapy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cal Tjader,
The Fortunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Surgeon,
Black Moon,
Intrusion,
World's Most,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mummies,
Los Fastidios,
Anthony Braxton,
Minutemen,
Faust,
The Golliwogs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Warsaw,
Jandek,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moss Icon,
Rosa Yemen,
Lucky Dragons,
Howard Jones,
The Motions,
Easy Going,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ten City,
Arthur Verocai,
New Order,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Barracudas,
Jeff Lynne,
Blake Baxter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visage,
Sonic Youth,
Rapeman,
Sex Pistols,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
Inner City,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.