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 China and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grandmaster Flash to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Bourne,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barry Ungar,
Suburban Knight,
Josef K,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun City Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magma,
the Slits,
Pierre Henry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Severed Heads,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tomorrow,
Al Stewart,
Grey Daturas,
Tom Boy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Livin' Joy,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Wyatt,
Mo-Dettes,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Halsall,
Procol Harum,
Byron Stingily,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Angry Samoans,
Ultra Naté,
Ossler,
Sight & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grauzone,
Connie Case,
Minor Threat,
Cal Tjader,
Wasted Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Godley & Creme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lucky Dragons,
MC5,
Peter and Kerry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABBA,
Little Man,
kango's stein massive,
H. Thieme,
Gong,
Camouflage,
Circle Jerks,
The Smiths,
Bill Near,
Todd Rundgren,
PIL,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.