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 Canada and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Victims to the grime 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Godley & Creme,
The United States of America,
The Fortunes,
Morten Harket,
Popol Vuh,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jandek,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Hood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ten City,
Ultravox,
Liliput,
Alton Ellis,
Eddi Front,
the Association,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Style,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Blackbyrds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Newcleus,
Grauzone,
Tommy Roe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joyce Sims,
Skarface,
Sarah Menescal,
Donald Byrd,
Black Flag,
Adolescents,
Y Pants,
Cameo,
The Smiths,
Magma,
Boredoms,
Patti Smith,
ABBA,
Fugazi,
Symarip,
The Cure,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pylon,
Soul II Soul,
Ossler,
B.T. Express,
Smog,
Reuben Wilson,
the Sonics,
Nirvana,
Banda Bassotti,
The J.B.'s,
Sight & Sound,
Mandrill,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fugs,
Bill Wells,
Khruangbin,
David Axelrod,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.