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 Philippines and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Masters at Work,
Tears for Fears,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scion,
Cluster,
Au Pairs,
The Names,
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Dolphy,
Magazine,
Iggy Pop,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Mills,
Jandek,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Theoretical Girls,
The American Breed,
Bluetip,
The Blackbyrds,
Moebius,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fire Engines,
Flipper,
Rekid,
Nico,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
The Pop Group,
Gabor Szabo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Patti Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Evens,
Lalann,
Harry Pussy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sound Behaviour,
Sex Pistols,
The Victims,
Dawn Penn,
Stetsasonic,
The Barracudas,
Basic Channel,
Marine Girls,
B.T. Express,
David Bowie,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-102,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gong,
Sexual Harrassment,
Angry Samoans,
Anakelly,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mad Mike,
Henry Cow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.