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 Papua New Guinea and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Schoolly D to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
In Retrospect,
Henry Cow,
Sarah Menescal,
Pole,
DJ Sneak,
Rod Modell,
Robert Görl,
48th St. Collective,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chrome,
Gong,
Minny Pops,
Jeru the Damaja,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra,
Excepter,
Ludus,
The Doors,
The Five Americans,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Vogues,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Lynne,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Grass Roots,
Procol Harum,
Nico,
The Litter,
Amon Düül,
The Offenders,
Los Fastidios,
The Neon Judgement,
Mars,
Hot Snakes,
Juan Atkins,
Flipper,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerri Chandler,
L. Decosne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dirtbombs,
These Immortal Souls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultravox,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kurtis Blow,
Connie Case,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minutemen,
Junior Murvin,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.