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 Bangladesh and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the electroclash 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Joe Finger,
The Cramps,
James White and The Blacks,
Audionom,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Schoolly D,
John Foxx,
U.S. Maple,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Yazoo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sound Behaviour,
Ponytail,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sound,
the Sonics,
Prince Buster,
Underground Resistance,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aloha Tigers,
Fatback Band,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun City Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gun Club,
the Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
Duran Duran,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Angels of Light,
Lucky Dragons,
Stiv Bators,
Organ,
Section 25,
Hashim,
Circle Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minutemen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cal Tjader,
Absolute Body Control,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Certain Ratio,
Pylon,
LL Cool J,
Brand Nubian,
Minor Threat,
Porter Ricks,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.