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 Egypt and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gong,
48th St. Collective,
Severed Heads,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fall,
John Lydon,
The Tremeloes,
The Black Dice,
Man Parrish,
In Retrospect,
Morten Harket,
The Mojo Men,
New Order,
Rakim,
Yellowson,
Sam Rivers,
Crash Course in Science,
Jawbox,
MDC,
Delta 5,
Robert Hood,
Lower 48,
Hardrive,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Human League,
Von Mondo,
The Smoke,
Angry Samoans,
Schoolly D,
Scrapy,
EPMD,
The Associates,
Piero Umiliani,
The Victims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Albert Ayler,
The Young Rascals,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hoover,
Lyres,
Wolf Eyes,
Marine Girls,
The American Breed,
Negative Approach,
Panda Bear,
Goldenarms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Human League,
Bluetip,
Fear,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Japan,
Trumans Water,
Alton Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Velvet Underground,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.