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 Brazil and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Cluster to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
X-Ray Spex,
Bizarre Inc.,
The United States of America,
Bush Tetras,
Scratch Acid,
the Swans,
Wings,
The New Christs,
Fat Boys,
Qualms,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Pagans,
Chrome,
Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
The J.B.'s,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Malaria!,
Judy Mowatt,
The Red Krayola,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Patti Smith,
The Young Rascals,
R.M.O.,
Jerry's Kids,
Suicide,
Second Layer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aswad,
Byron Stingily,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Pus,
Alison Limerick,
The Divine Comedy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Lydon,
The Pretty Things,
Flash Fearless,
The Cowsills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MDC,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Görl,
Intrusion,
AZ,
Clear Light,
Joe Finger,
John Coltrane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Index,
June of 44,
Wire,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.