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 Brazil and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Skatalites to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Newcleus,
Panda Bear,
Black Flag,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ohio Players,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brand Nubian,
The Martian,
Stetsasonic,
New Order,
Suicide,
Absolute Body Control,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Standells,
Bob Dylan,
Toni Rubio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Silicon Teens,
Fluxion,
Derrick Morgan,
Babytalk,
The Victims,
John Foxx,
Tom Boy,
Sight & Sound,
Ossler,
R.M.O.,
The Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mantronix,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mojo Men,
Lungfish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Happenings,
LL Cool J,
Bootsy Collins,
Todd Terry,
Fat Boys,
Japan,
The American Breed,
H. Thieme,
The Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Bananas,
These Immortal Souls,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter & Gordon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minor Threat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Don Cherry,
Minutemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.