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 Malaysia and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Move to the grime 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Qualms,
48th St. Collective,
Spoonie Gee,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fuzztones,
Rod Modell,
Sight & Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Swell Maps,
Q and Not U,
Pulsallama,
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Parrish,
Adolescents,
Basic Channel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joey Negro,
The Walker Brothers,
Altered Images,
The Neon Judgement,
Pussy Galore,
Shuggie Otis,
Sällskapet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liliput,
A Certain Ratio,
Cameo,
Erasure,
Half Japanese,
Gerry Rafferty,
Judy Mowatt,
Barry Ungar,
Can,
The Fire Engines,
Gabor Szabo,
The J.B.'s,
Hot Snakes,
Loose Ends,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Bar-Kays,
Au Pairs,
Lucky Dragons,
Steve Hackett,
Ice-T,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sister Nancy,
World's Most,
Dave Gahan,
Eden Ahbez,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Guru Guru,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Skatalites,
Marine Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Terry Callier,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.