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 East Timor 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 James White and The Blacks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joey Negro,
The Barracudas,
Sight & Sound,
Black Bananas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Severed Heads,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fugazi,
Anakelly,
Cheater Slicks,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tomorrow,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Lynne,
Zero Boys,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scott Walker,
Cal Tjader,
Patti Smith,
Niagra,
Bobby Byrd,
The Martian,
DJ Sneak,
The Standells,
The Five Americans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
Blossom Toes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Sugar Minott,
L. Decosne,
Wasted Youth,
Amazonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Pantytec,
Godley & Creme,
Desert Stars,
Goldenarms,
Cameo,
Outsiders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
a-ha,
Panda Bear,
Mo-Dettes,
Rites of Spring,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swell Maps,
Ornette Coleman,
The J.B.'s,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minny Pops,
Easy Going,
D'Angelo,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.