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 Namibia and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Misunderstood to the rap 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
The Leaves,
The J.B.'s,
the Association,
Tres Demented,
Fear,
The Slits,
The Angels of Light,
Junior Murvin,
Tubeway Army,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
La Düsseldorf,
Vainqueur,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Delta 5,
June Days,
Minor Threat,
Sam Rivers,
Zapp,
Au Pairs,
Can,
Sound Behaviour,
Japan,
Morten Harket,
Drive Like Jehu,
Average White Band,
Joy Division,
Colin Newman,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mandrill,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare,
Yellowson,
Minutemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brand Nubian,
The Invisible,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New York Dolls,
David Bowie,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Slick Rick,
Wings,
Bluetip,
Symarip,
X-102,
Ronnie Foster,
Yusef Lateef,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
Television Personalities,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Shoche,
OOIOO,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.