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 Togo and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grauzone,
Bad Manners,
Sex Pistols,
Dead Boys,
Oneida,
Girls At Our Best!,
B.T. Express,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Darondo,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Halsall,
Ten City,
Eric Copeland,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Dolphy,
Negative Approach,
Todd Rundgren,
Soulsonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Steve Hackett,
Hasil Adkins,
Crash Course in Science,
Judy Mowatt,
Alison Limerick,
Max Romeo,
The Count Five,
Pantaleimon,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Bowie,
The Birthday Party,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
La Düsseldorf,
Scion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Order,
The Buckinghams,
Audionom,
The Associates,
Camouflage,
The Last Poets,
Bob Dylan,
Archie Shepp,
Neu!,
Eddi Front,
Fear,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cure,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smoke,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Swans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barry Ungar,
Cameo,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.