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 Burkina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 R.M.O. to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shuggie Otis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ice-T,
Mad Mike,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reuben Wilson,
Parry Music,
AZ,
Robert Wyatt,
The United States of America,
Minutemen,
Tres Demented,
Babytalk,
Inner City,
Dave Gahan,
Intrusion,
Soulsonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
Stereo Dub,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Mills,
The Remains,
Nik Kershaw,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Cale,
Desert Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Trojans,
Boredoms,
Hasil Adkins,
Scan 7,
Throbbing Gristle,
David McCallum,
Shoche,
Crooked Eye,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lungfish,
The Move,
The Saints,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June Days,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Human League,
Heaven 17,
Quando Quango,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Cell,
Smog,
Icehouse,
Joy Division,
Don Cherry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
June of 44,
Connie Case,
Anthony Braxton,
Suicide,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.