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 Ukraine and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the disco 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fatback Band,
Von Mondo,
Sex Pistols,
The Divine Comedy,
Hasil Adkins,
Junior Murvin,
Main Source,
The Velvet Underground,
Eddi Front,
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Au Pairs,
Ronnie Foster,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Electric Prunes,
Faust,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ossler,
Ornette Coleman,
Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blues Magoos,
Subhumans,
Joy Division,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Masters at Work,
the Slits,
Basic Channel,
KRS-One,
Agent Orange,
Blake Baxter,
Animal Collective,
Erykah Badu,
Kerrie Biddell,
World's Most,
Pantaleimon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Stooges,
Liliput,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Green,
the Swans,
UT,
Jandek,
Eurythmics,
Skaos,
Gerry Rafferty,
Zapp,
Scrapy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scientists,
The Cowsills,
The Gap Band,
Guru Guru,
Hot Snakes,
Moby Grape,
Funkadelic,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.