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 Georgia and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Public Enemy 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joey Negro,
Bang On A Can,
The Modern Lovers,
Pylon,
Sun Ra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Derrick May,
John Cale,
Magma,
The Gap Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Standells,
Sandy B,
Television Personalities,
The Mojo Men,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Wyatt,
Mr. Review,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Underground Resistance,
Index,
Das Ding,
Swell Maps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Clear Light,
New Order,
Subhumans,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Finger,
Outsiders,
Byron Stingily,
Hasil Adkins,
Minor Threat,
Half Japanese,
Con Funk Shun,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Silicon Teens,
The Saints,
Sugar Minott,
Stereo Dub,
Goldenarms,
Fugazi,
Malaria!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Darondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television,
These Immortal Souls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Patti Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Aaron Thompson,
E-Dancer,
The Last Poets,
Japan,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.