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 Laos and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Vainqueur to the dance 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James White and The Blacks,
Outsiders,
UT,
Electric Prunes,
The Fall,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lindisfarne,
Lower 48,
The Skatalites,
The Invisible,
Gong,
The Music Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glenn Branca,
Motorama,
Sun City Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Tremeloes,
Spoonie Gee,
Fat Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Section 25,
Eurythmics,
Pierre Henry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Susan Cadogan,
Amon Düül II,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Magma,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rod Modell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Essential Logic,
Bluetip,
Blake Baxter,
Iggy Pop,
Television,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter and Kerry,
Erasure,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Flag,
ABC,
The Happenings,
The Doobie Brothers,
Inner City,
Jawbox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cure,
Scott Walker,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The American Breed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.