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 Oman and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Names to the punk 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Saints,
DJ Style,
The Stooges,
The Residents,
Bad Manners,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Hill,
The Raincoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roxette,
The J.B.'s,
U.S. Maple,
kango's stein massive,
Bronski Beat,
Sight & Sound,
Interpol,
Bush Tetras,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scratch Acid,
The Slackers,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Mills,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
the Swans,
Loose Ends,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare,
Yaz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Au Pairs,
Robert Wyatt,
Mo-Dettes,
Lyres,
Goldenarms,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Pop Group,
The Five Americans,
Tim Buckley,
Peter & Gordon,
Metal Thangz,
Piero Umiliani,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cramps,
D'Angelo,
The Pretty Things,
Blossom Toes,
Sun City Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Silicon Teens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chrome,
The Techniques,
James White and The Blacks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott Heron,
DNA,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.