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 the UAE and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Coltrane to the punk 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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?
The Busters,
Sugar Minott,
Nico,
Ultravox,
Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
Lungfish,
Cheater Slicks,
Franke,
The Toasters,
Max Romeo,
David Axelrod,
kango's stein massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Johnny Clarke,
LL Cool J,
Mark Hollis,
The Star Department,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Average White Band,
Iggy Pop,
Eddi Front,
Chris & Cosey,
PIL,
Suburban Knight,
The Fuzztones,
Trumans Water,
Q65,
Tom Boy,
Rotary Connection,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacob Miller,
Smog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Youth Brigade,
John Holt,
Minutemen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Black Dice,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Monks,
the Germs,
John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Josef K,
Con Funk Shun,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Wake,
Bronski Beat,
The Gories,
Chrome,
Main Source,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dead Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Morten Harket,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.