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 Jordan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Lebanon Hanover to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Organ,
Eurythmics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dave Clark Five,
Max Romeo,
Jawbox,
Excepter,
Royal Trux,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Copeland,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flash Fearless,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Carl Craig,
Motorama,
Youth Brigade,
The Remains,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Offenders,
Sparks,
Soft Cell,
U.S. Maple,
Skarface,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lucky Dragons,
Donny Hathaway,
Au Pairs,
Q65,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Subhumans,
Marcia Griffiths,
E-Dancer,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visage,
Nirvana,
Black Pus,
James White and The Blacks,
Scratch Acid,
Con Funk Shun,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masters at Work,
Pantytec,
Urselle,
JFA,
Bad Manners,
Roger Hodgson,
Crash Course in Science,
The American Breed,
Jandek,
Schoolly D,
Barbara Tucker,
the Association,
Vainqueur,
Peter and Kerry,
The Modern Lovers,
Lindisfarne,
Pere Ubu,
The Index,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.