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 Turkmenistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ludus to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Terry Callier,
Stereo Dub,
Nirvana,
Swans,
Tubeway Army,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scientists,
Severed Heads,
Soft Machine,
Harmonia,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Starr,
Ronnie Foster,
ABBA,
Stiv Bators,
The Searchers,
June Days,
The J.B.'s,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris Corsano,
Silicon Teens,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dennis Brown,
Ituana,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cecil Taylor,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rufus Thomas,
Pagans,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moody Blues,
Ultravox,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick Morgan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sight & Sound,
The Cure,
Youth Brigade,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grey Daturas,
Slave,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Index,
Scion,
Fela Kuti,
Peter and Kerry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arab on Radar,
Sexual Harrassment,
These Immortal Souls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.