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 Turkey and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Remains to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Bill Near,
Agitation Free,
Lindisfarne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
EPMD,
Eurythmics,
Mars,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Guru Guru,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Animal Collective,
John Cale,
Rakim,
Au Pairs,
The Knickerbockers,
Steve Hackett,
Eli Mardock,
Kayak,
Franke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Hood,
The Slackers,
The Last Poets,
Charles Mingus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angry Samoans,
Basic Channel,
Yazoo,
Skaos,
The Leaves,
Laurel Aitken,
Drexciya,
Nico,
Unwound,
Black Flag,
Robert Wyatt,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fuzztones,
Albert Ayler,
Colin Newman,
Skarface,
Q65,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bauhaus,
Gang Green,
Flipper,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fad Gadget,
The Victims,
John Holt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bronski Beat,
The Residents,
Tomorrow,
Suburban Knight,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.