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 Singapore and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Walker Brothers to the electroclash 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Sugar Minott,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Letta Mbulu,
Ponytail,
Massinfluence,
MDC,
X-101,
Roxy Music,
Suicide,
Juan Atkins,
Public Enemy,
Aloha Tigers,
Monks,
Charles Mingus,
Slave,
Jandek,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Neon Judgement,
Negative Approach,
Eurythmics,
Soft Machine,
John Cale,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dirtbombs,
Brand Nubian,
Shoche,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Alison Limerick,
World's Most,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Vogues,
Talk Talk,
Harmonia,
Groovy Waters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
The Smiths,
Gang Starr,
Lou Christie,
the Normal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barbara Tucker,
The Residents,
Pussy Galore,
Q65,
Adolescents,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Sherman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moleskins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.