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 Iraq and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Talk Talk to the rap 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Silicon Teens,
Prince Buster,
The Toasters,
Piero Umiliani,
Barclay James Harvest,
Metal Thangz,
Nils Olav,
Liliput,
The Star Department,
The Fortunes,
Hot Snakes,
Ten City,
R.M.O.,
Cymande,
Niagra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smoke,
D'Angelo,
Erasure,
The Velvet Underground,
Popol Vuh,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Tremeloes,
John Foxx,
Severed Heads,
Robert Hood,
Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
Rod Modell,
Trumans Water,
Soul II Soul,
The Zeros,
The Names,
Don Cherry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kaleidoscope,
Shuggie Otis,
Freddie Wadling,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grey Daturas,
Josef K,
Maleditus Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Wire,
Inner City,
PIL,
Basic Channel,
Sällskapet,
Technova,
Underground Resistance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Can,
Harry Pussy,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gories,
Vainqueur,
the Bar-Kays,
Little Man,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Albert Ayler,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.