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 Bolivia and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Mission of Burma to the electroclash 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funkadelic,
Barbara Tucker,
Marc Almond,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy Collins,
Lakeside,
Sonny Sharrock,
Interpol,
Jeff Lynne,
Stiv Bators,
The Five Americans,
Brick,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter & Gordon,
Scratch Acid,
Chris Corsano,
The Tremeloes,
Minutemen,
Isaac Hayes,
Alphaville,
Ten City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Franke,
Television Personalities,
The Fall,
The Black Dice,
Maurizio,
Nico,
8 Eyed Spy,
Urselle,
Pylon,
Trumans Water,
Youth Brigade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MC5,
The Monks,
Yaz,
The Stooges,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Con Funk Shun,
The Vogues,
The Sound,
Soft Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare,
Public Image Ltd.,
Supertramp,
David Axelrod,
48th St. Collective,
The Saints,
The New Christs,
Drexciya,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vainqueur,
The Mojo Men,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Pus,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.