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 Ukraine and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the dance 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Ten City,
Bill Near,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Panda Bear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
L. Decosne,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Görl,
Jacob Miller,
Deadbeat,
cv313,
Scratch Acid,
Sugar Minott,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Move,
The Mummies,
Brass Construction,
Suburban Knight,
The Standells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fire Engines,
Amon Düül,
Franke,
CMW,
Joyce Sims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nirvana,
Susan Cadogan,
Danielle Patucci,
KRS-One,
Los Fastidios,
Sparks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fugazi,
Black Pus,
Gang Starr,
The Gap Band,
ABC,
Thompson Twins,
Lyres,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harmonia,
Guru Guru,
The Electric Prunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Sneak,
Index,
Dark Day,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mojo Men,
8 Eyed Spy,
48th St. Collective,
Harry Pussy,
Barry Ungar,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.