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 Israel and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Harry Pussy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Wolf Eyes,
Dawn Penn,
Agent Orange,
Sällskapet,
Mission of Burma,
Lalann,
John Foxx,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Technova,
Zero Boys,
Porter Ricks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Womack,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Age Steppers,
The Offenders,
DNA,
Ludus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sparks,
Silicon Teens,
a-ha,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tears for Fears,
The Blues Magoos,
Yusef Lateef,
The Invisible,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Christie,
Sight & Sound,
The Victims,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bluetip,
Scrapy,
The Moody Blues,
Bauhaus,
Roger Hodgson,
Crime,
Japan,
Bush Tetras,
R.M.O.,
Minutemen,
Cybotron,
The Gap Band,
Eurythmics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Toasters,
The Red Krayola,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maleditus Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Laurel Aitken,
Drive Like Jehu,
Idris Muhammad,
Parry Music,
The Dead C,
Crooked Eye,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott Heron,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.