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 Tanzania and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 D'Angelo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
B.T. Express,
The Fire Engines,
Young Marble Giants,
AZ,
Aswad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angry Samoans,
Boz Scaggs,
Gichy Dan,
Ronan,
MDC,
Sparks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Pus,
kango's stein massive,
Minutemen,
The Offenders,
New Order,
Maurizio,
Ken Boothe,
Blossom Toes,
Gang of Four,
The Seeds,
New York Dolls,
Lou Christie,
Technova,
Warsaw,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Terry,
Zero Boys,
Adolescents,
This Heat,
Letta Mbulu,
The Index,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gladiators,
Susan Cadogan,
Crime,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Kinks,
Surgeon,
Severed Heads,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jawbox,
Ten City,
Althea and Donna,
Arab on Radar,
FM Einheit,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Saints,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Parrish,
Lyres,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.