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 Yemen and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Fear,
Motorama,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gun Club,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
Whodini,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare,
Marmalade,
Ten City,
the Slits,
The Young Rascals,
Aloha Tigers,
Toni Rubio,
the Germs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slits,
Gang of Four,
Bang On A Can,
Underground Resistance,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Danielle Patucci,
Lakeside,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Prunes,
Smog,
Alphaville,
Todd Terry,
Idris Muhammad,
Outsiders,
Joe Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
James White and The Blacks,
Lindisfarne,
The Last Poets,
Ken Boothe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Man Parrish,
Yaz,
Matthew Halsall,
Bad Manners,
Trumans Water,
The Fortunes,
Patti Smith,
Gichy Dan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moebius,
Aural Exciters,
Byron Stingily,
Japan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Music Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.