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 United Kingdom and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Harpers Bizarre to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Barclay James Harvest,
DNA,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Slick Rick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dennis Brown,
Isaac Hayes,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Interpol,
Lakeside,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sound,
China Crisis,
Gang Starr,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
Joensuu 1685,
The Golliwogs,
Dual Sessions,
Ultravox,
Intrusion,
Adolescents,
EPMD,
Harry Pussy,
Brand Nubian,
The Names,
Harpers Bizarre,
Schoolly D,
Ultra Naté,
Erykah Badu,
Lyres,
The Moleskins,
Alphaville,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Green,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare,
New Order,
The Leaves,
The Pop Group,
Godley & Creme,
Outsiders,
Tears for Fears,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Certain Ratio,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Hill,
Glenn Branca,
Pharoah Sanders,
Agitation Free,
Fluxion,
Boredoms,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.