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 Moldova and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Robert Palmer 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 Von Mondo to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bill Wells,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wire,
The Dead C,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dawn Penn,
Little Man,
The Five Americans,
Pulsallama,
Fat Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blossom Toes,
The Vogues,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sound Behaviour,
Joe Smooth,
The New Christs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lyres,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Silicon Teens,
Shoche,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacques Brel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bootsy Collins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Offenders,
Ituana,
Quando Quango,
Freddie Wadling,
China Crisis,
Chris Corsano,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mr. Review,
Faust,
Q65,
Underground Resistance,
Cameo,
Marine Girls,
Monolake,
Crash Course in Science,
DJ Sneak,
Glenn Branca,
Sight & Sound,
the Germs,
Johnny Clarke,
Harry Pussy,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.