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 Chad and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Lou Reed to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Fatback Band,
The Golliwogs,
Metal Thangz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oneida,
The Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
Delta 5,
Technova,
Eric B and Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
Faust,
Ludus,
Youth Brigade,
The Fall,
David McCallum,
The Mojo Men,
The Happenings,
Janne Schatter,
Godley & Creme,
Animal Collective,
Joe Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
A Certain Ratio,
Dark Day,
Black Pus,
Jeff Mills,
Lalann,
Roxette,
The Blues Magoos,
The Litter,
The Names,
The Tremeloes,
New York Dolls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scrapy,
Gang Starr,
Brothers Johnson,
Saccharine Trust,
Sugar Minott,
the Association,
The Gun Club,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James White and The Blacks,
Kenny Larkin,
Junior Murvin,
Brand Nubian,
Hasil Adkins,
Magma,
The Slackers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kayak,
Quando Quango,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bootsy Collins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Kinks,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.