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 Czech Republic and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 The Pretty Things to the techno 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Youth Brigade,
Aswad,
Massinfluence,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visage,
Black Bananas,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Holt,
Godley & Creme,
Simply Red,
CMW,
Los Fastidios,
Yusef Lateef,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Wells,
X-Ray Spex,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Names,
Scott Walker,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Victims,
Black Flag,
Bad Manners,
Adolescents,
The Five Americans,
Dorothy Ashby,
JFA,
The Fuzztones,
Hot Snakes,
48th St. Collective,
Josef K,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
Alison Limerick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Faraquet,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare,
The Buckinghams,
Sugar Minott,
Shuggie Otis,
The Real Kids,
Bang On A Can,
Warsaw,
E-Dancer,
Mandrill,
Kool Moe Dee,
Toni Rubio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Infiniti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Malaria!,
Althea and Donna,
Metal Thangz,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mummies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.