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 Bulgaria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 Man Parrish to the grunge 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Fugazi,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q and Not U,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Bourne,
Faust,
KRS-One,
Steve Hackett,
Make Up,
The Smiths,
Guru Guru,
Au Pairs,
The Gories,
Henry Cow,
Gang Green,
Aaron Thompson,
PIL,
Clear Light,
kango's stein massive,
Moebius,
John Foxx,
Agitation Free,
Urselle,
The Searchers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quando Quango,
The Victims,
Popol Vuh,
T. Rex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gap Band,
Dead Boys,
Fad Gadget,
The Fire Engines,
Surgeon,
AZ,
U.S. Maple,
Arcadia,
The Martian,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fat Boys,
Deadbeat,
Infiniti,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Wyatt,
Prince Buster,
D'Angelo,
Carl Craig,
Bob Dylan,
Y Pants,
Grey Daturas,
Alton Ellis,
Zero Boys,
Ultravox,
Niagra,
Moby Grape,
Judy Mowatt,
Agent Orange,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.