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 Philippines and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Liliput to the crunk 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Magazine,
Soft Machine,
Glenn Branca,
Mad Mike,
Amazonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Lyres,
Infiniti,
Arab on Radar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lindisfarne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Almond,
Excepter,
Bobby Byrd,
Panda Bear,
Robert Hood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Sheep,
Clear Light,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Lydon,
Fugazi,
The Offenders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Moon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mantronix,
John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Malaria!,
Echospace,
Mandrill,
Derrick Morgan,
Monolake,
Porter Ricks,
Tim Buckley,
Blake Baxter,
Gong,
Visage,
The Last Poets,
Masters at Work,
The Dirtbombs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Desert Stars,
The Names,
This Heat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Bananas,
Henry Cow,
Spoonie Gee,
Technova,
Sight & Sound,
Niagra,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.