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 Ivory Coast and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Don Cherry to the punk 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Television,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Interpol,
The Fugs,
Saccharine Trust,
Radio Birdman,
Ice-T,
Panda Bear,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Parrish,
Fear,
Gang Starr,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Finger,
Connie Case,
Quadrant,
Patti Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Josef K,
The Happenings,
Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Banda Bassotti,
Grey Daturas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fuzztones,
Clear Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeru the Damaja,
UT,
AZ,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
Tubeway Army,
The Selecter,
JFA,
Skarface,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deepchord,
Lebanon Hanover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Al Stewart,
The Cure,
Leonard Cohen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yazoo,
Pole,
X-102,
Cybotron,
The Vogues,
Brothers Johnson,
The Count Five,
the Normal,
Lakeside,
Gang of Four,
F. McDonald,
The Slackers,
Japan,
Mo-Dettes,
Isaac Hayes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.