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 Jordan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Hot Snakes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Y Pants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Danielle Patucci,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Frankie Knuckles,
Television,
Marvin Gaye,
the Normal,
Pole,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry's Kids,
Clear Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Smooth,
David Axelrod,
The Walker Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The New Christs,
Marine Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
L. Decosne,
R.M.O.,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantytec,
Surgeon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Bourne,
Das Ding,
Sister Nancy,
The United States of America,
the Fania All-Stars,
T. Rex,
Nirvana,
The Music Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythm & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
Tres Demented,
Thee Headcoats,
Fat Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultravox,
Roy Ayers,
Oneida,
EPMD,
Mo-Dettes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Urselle,
Morten Harket,
New Order,
In Retrospect,
Patti Smith,
Darondo,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.