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 Guinea and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Negative Approach to the rap 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Roger Hodgson,
Magma,
Flipper,
Infiniti,
Warsaw,
T.S.O.L.,
Wings,
D'Angelo,
Glenn Branca,
The Gun Club,
Pussy Galore,
The Count Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
MC5,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Terry,
Qualms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MDC,
Toni Rubio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minny Pops,
X-101,
Con Funk Shun,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Parrish,
Trumans Water,
the Bar-Kays,
Tears for Fears,
Newcleus,
Bronski Beat,
Morten Harket,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Toasters,
Joe Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Holt,
The Pop Group,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arcadia,
Nico,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharoah Sanders,
Metal Thangz,
Hashim,
Bobby Womack,
Radiohead,
Camouflage,
The Star Department,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Smog,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.