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 Poland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Glenn Branca to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Jacques Brel,
Minny Pops,
Glenn Branca,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ohio Players,
Youth Brigade,
Thompson Twins,
Con Funk Shun,
Toni Rubio,
Outsiders,
Theoretical Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aaron Thompson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jawbox,
The Saints,
Freddie Wadling,
Moebius,
Severed Heads,
Alton Ellis,
Simply Red,
X-Ray Spex,
New York Dolls,
Brand Nubian,
Adolescents,
Ituana,
Anthony Braxton,
Barry Ungar,
The Count Five,
Skaos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Foxx,
The Mojo Men,
Clear Light,
Quando Quango,
Scientists,
Faust,
cv313,
Grauzone,
The Invisible,
Boredoms,
The Moody Blues,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Kevin Saunderson,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Isaac Hayes,
Sight & Sound,
Marine Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Brick,
The Busters,
Scott Walker,
The Stooges,
Lee Hazlewood,
Accadde A,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.