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 Spain and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 kango's stein massive to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
the Association,
The Angels of Light,
Japan,
Television Personalities,
The Grass Roots,
The Beau Brummels,
Metal Thangz,
Brass Construction,
Fela Kuti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Henry Cow,
Al Stewart,
Absolute Body Control,
John Foxx,
The Fortunes,
New York Dolls,
Tears for Fears,
UT,
Yusef Lateef,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hot Snakes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wire,
Wings,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Reagan Youth,
Parry Music,
Radio Birdman,
L. Decosne,
Patti Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harpers Bizarre,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ohio Players,
Peter & Gordon,
Flash Fearless,
Chris Corsano,
Flamin' Groovies,
U.S. Maple,
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young,
Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arab on Radar,
The Fall,
Gang Starr,
Sandy B,
Harry Pussy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Michelle Simonal,
Godley & Creme,
Technova,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fuzztones,
Buzzcocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yazoo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Barracudas,
Tres Demented,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.