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 Montenegro and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Grey Daturas to the techno 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arcadia,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deadbeat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Martian,
The Seeds,
Lyres,
Electric Prunes,
The Music Machine,
Charles Mingus,
The Pop Group,
DNA,
Grauzone,
Man Eating Sloth,
Danielle Patucci,
Ludus,
Boz Scaggs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
Interpol,
Amon Düül II,
Rites of Spring,
Don Cherry,
Procol Harum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultimate Spinach,
David McCallum,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
a-ha,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Franke,
F. McDonald,
Marvin Gaye,
Wings,
Hot Snakes,
Pantytec,
The Young Rascals,
The Standells,
Cheater Slicks,
FM Einheit,
Ken Boothe,
D'Angelo,
Joy Division,
Dave Gahan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Vogues,
Susan Cadogan,
Whodini,
The Gap Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sister Nancy,
The Neon Judgement,
Josef K,
Michelle Simonal,
Rakim,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.