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 Nigeria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 New Order to the techno 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eden Ahbez,
ABBA,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Zeros,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Residents,
Alison Limerick,
Brand Nubian,
Lindisfarne,
Circle Jerks,
Eurythmics,
AZ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Young Rascals,
Symarip,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bang On A Can,
Rapeman,
Joy Division,
Jeff Mills,
Jandek,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantytec,
Cheater Slicks,
The Blackbyrds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Music Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Scrapy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wings,
Mark Hollis,
The Grass Roots,
Nick Fraelich,
Frankie Knuckles,
Buzzcocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fad Gadget,
This Heat,
Agitation Free,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bad Manners,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bauhaus,
Tomorrow,
Moby Grape,
Barry Ungar,
The Five Americans,
the Swans,
Eddi Front,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suburban Knight,
New York Dolls,
Pulsallama,
Gang of Four,
Steve Hackett,
The Angels of Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Wyatt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.