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 Palau and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Althea and Donna to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Wyatt,
John Foxx,
Television,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pere Ubu,
cv313,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mission of Burma,
a-ha,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rufus Thomas,
Don Cherry,
The Pop Group,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Blackbyrds,
Fugazi,
The Neon Judgement,
Wings,
Q65,
Nico,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cheater Slicks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra,
The Martian,
Sarah Menescal,
The Index,
The Vogues,
Gang of Four,
Colin Newman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Patti Smith,
Suburban Knight,
Mandrill,
Donny Hathaway,
Albert Ayler,
Lungfish,
Con Funk Shun,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anthony Braxton,
EPMD,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Talk Talk,
Nas,
The Red Krayola,
Absolute Body Control,
the Slits,
The Tremeloes,
The Fugs,
Roger Hodgson,
Surgeon,
Bootsy Collins,
Shuggie Otis,
FM Einheit,
Von Mondo,
ABBA,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.