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 Tunisia and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Prince Buster,
Glenn Branca,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Angry Samoans,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Susan Cadogan,
Eurythmics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wire,
World's Most,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxette,
Black Pus,
Boogie Down Productions,
These Immortal Souls,
Zero Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mo-Dettes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Icehouse,
The United States of America,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mars,
Amazonics,
Barbara Tucker,
The Raincoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Music Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Rundgren,
The Real Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Q and Not U,
Inner City,
Flash Fearless,
Newcleus,
This Heat,
John Foxx,
Al Stewart,
Nas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brand Nubian,
Simply Red,
Tim Buckley,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Happenings,
Swans,
The Gories,
Bizarre Inc.,
Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pagans,
Robert Hood,
Technova,
Drexciya,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.