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 Senegal and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Intrusion 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
John Cale,
The Pop Group,
Kenny Larkin,
Sonny Sharrock,
T. Rex,
Surgeon,
New York Dolls,
Andrew Hill,
JFA,
Fad Gadget,
Roy Ayers,
The Five Americans,
Aural Exciters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smoke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crash Course in Science,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick May,
Sparks,
Fugazi,
Darondo,
Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Graham Central Station,
Little Man,
Davy DMX,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Almond,
Laurel Aitken,
Dead Boys,
Audionom,
Gang Green,
Gang of Four,
The Toasters,
Barry Ungar,
X-101,
Second Layer,
The Motions,
The Count Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Invisible,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Susan Cadogan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Khruangbin,
Albert Ayler,
Neu!,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amazonics,
Procol Harum,
The Sonics,
Ice-T,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.