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 Tunisia and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grandmaster Flash to the disco 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Cal Tjader,
Goldenarms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABBA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dawn Penn,
Angry Samoans,
The Pretty Things,
The Real Kids,
Flash Fearless,
Hot Snakes,
Deadbeat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Move,
The Skatalites,
The Leaves,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deepchord,
Ronan,
Tommy Roe,
Fear,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang of Four,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Womack,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Livin' Joy,
Vainqueur,
Roy Ayers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronnie Foster,
Iggy Pop,
New Age Steppers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Smog,
Infiniti,
Freddie Wadling,
Andrew Hill,
Hardrive,
The Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
Au Pairs,
Sam Rivers,
Bang On A Can,
Eli Mardock,
Tom Boy,
Althea and Donna,
Erykah Badu,
Royal Trux,
Boz Scaggs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.