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 Ethiopia and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Kerri Chandler to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Khruangbin,
Bill Wells,
Dawn Penn,
Rod Modell,
The Raincoats,
Robert Görl,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül,
June Days,
Jacques Brel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Pus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nils Olav,
Q and Not U,
Nick Fraelich,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moebius,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deepchord,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lakeside,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Rundgren,
Interpol,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Monks,
Godley & Creme,
Dave Gahan,
Mandrill,
Crooked Eye,
Fluxion,
Faust,
Jeff Lynne,
Buzzcocks,
Judy Mowatt,
Rosa Yemen,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Gang Dance,
Essential Logic,
Lungfish,
Talk Talk,
John Coltrane,
Gang Green,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cramps,
Jawbox,
Alice Coltrane,
Brick,
Bang On A Can,
Guru Guru,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.