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 Lagos.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 China Crisis to the crunk 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
The Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
Warsaw,
Porter Ricks,
Wire,
Lalo Schifrin,
F. McDonald,
The Martian,
Minor Threat,
Hoover,
KRS-One,
Wasted Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gap Band,
Skarface,
Visage,
Ultimate Spinach,
Qualms,
Saccharine Trust,
Trumans Water,
Bad Manners,
The Vogues,
Black Flag,
Mark Hollis,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Danielle Patucci,
Erasure,
Steve Hackett,
Sonic Youth,
Aswad,
Slave,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
Nirvana,
Livin' Joy,
David McCallum,
Interpol,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blake Baxter,
Alton Ellis,
Peter & Gordon,
John Cale,
B.T. Express,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Young Rascals,
La Düsseldorf,
Symarip,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fela Kuti,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Raincoats,
The Real Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Niagra,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.