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 Benin and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar 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 Cal Tjader to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neil Young,
KRS-One,
The Doors,
Skarface,
The Smoke,
The Black Dice,
Goldenarms,
The Count Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Blake Baxter,
Rakim,
Heaven 17,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Womack,
The Kinks,
Grauzone,
Sällskapet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
Black Bananas,
Mad Mike,
The Real Kids,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Joe Smooth,
The Remains,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Severed Heads,
The Fall,
Faraquet,
Altered Images,
Amon Düül,
Ultimate Spinach,
Average White Band,
The Busters,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Standells,
The Fire Engines,
PIL,
Pere Ubu,
Japan,
The Fuzztones,
X-102,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gichy Dan,
Warsaw,
Don Cherry,
Ronnie Foster,
Rites of Spring,
The Pop Group,
Todd Terry,
Black Moon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.