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 Argentina and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Livin' Joy to the punk 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
Index,
the Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Womack,
Byron Stingily,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dave Clark Five,
Rufus Thomas,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Near,
Radiohead,
T.S.O.L.,
Wasted Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
The Litter,
X-Ray Spex,
Delta 5,
Frankie Knuckles,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harry Pussy,
Erykah Badu,
Brick,
The New Christs,
The Count Five,
The Fortunes,
the Swans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Slave,
the Slits,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skriet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Freddie Wadling,
E-Dancer,
Spandau Ballet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Stereo Dub,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Victims,
The Invisible,
Rites of Spring,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harmonia,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grey Daturas,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Terry,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers,
Wally Richardson,
H. Thieme,
JFA,
The Star Department,
Camouflage,
Q65,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.