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 Kiribati and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Prince Buster,
Janne Schatter,
Peter and Kerry,
Pantaleimon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Michelle Simonal,
the Swans,
Main Source,
Bush Tetras,
Kurtis Blow,
Ken Boothe,
Severed Heads,
Drexciya,
Nirvana,
OOIOO,
Khruangbin,
The Associates,
Average White Band,
Soft Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Lydon,
Robert Hood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aural Exciters,
Scientists,
Graham Central Station,
D'Angelo,
Theoretical Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Newcleus,
Scratch Acid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül,
Bluetip,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dual Sessions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Interpol,
Jacob Miller,
Smog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minutemen,
The Raincoats,
Siglo XX,
Joensuu 1685,
CMW,
Wolf Eyes,
The Five Americans,
Bill Wells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Royal Trux,
Warsaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Martian,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.