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 Greece and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Magazine to the punk 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Selecter,
Tom Boy,
The Barracudas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry's Kids,
Albert Ayler,
New York Dolls,
Jawbox,
Saccharine Trust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ornette Coleman,
Darondo,
MC5,
Moebius,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick Morgan,
The Golliwogs,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ituana,
John Coltrane,
Liliput,
Cameo,
Iggy Pop,
The Monks,
Rapeman,
Peter & Gordon,
Dual Sessions,
Angry Samoans,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gories,
Connie Case,
Gang Gang Dance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gichy Dan,
MDC,
Chris Corsano,
Guru Guru,
Audionom,
Rekid,
Trumans Water,
Pulsallama,
The Vogues,
Matthew Bourne,
The Move,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flipper,
Nico,
June Days,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
The United States of America,
Alice Coltrane,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gladiators,
Quadrant,
Ten City,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.