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 South Sudan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minor Threat to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monochrome Set,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dead C,
Althea and Donna,
Ultra Naté,
Deadbeat,
Connie Case,
New York Dolls,
Sarah Menescal,
Charles Mingus,
The Fugs,
Loose Ends,
Panda Bear,
Pole,
Bill Wells,
Black Sheep,
Cybotron,
The Index,
E-Dancer,
Pantaleimon,
Brass Construction,
Godley & Creme,
Funkadelic,
Bauhaus,
Black Moon,
Scientists,
John Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Young Rascals,
Siglo XX,
Joey Negro,
Malaria!,
The Slackers,
10cc,
The Litter,
Sonic Youth,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eddi Front,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Flag,
Soulsonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
AZ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Magma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers,
Technova,
Mr. Review,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sparks,
Eurythmics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
Basic Channel,
The United States of America,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.