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 Grenada and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Freddie Wadling to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
The Gun Club,
The Doors,
Bad Manners,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spoonie Gee,
The Last Poets,
Leonard Cohen,
MC5,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arcadia,
Desert Stars,
Mad Mike,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Motorama,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kerri Chandler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stereo Dub,
Los Fastidios,
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Near,
The Happenings,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tres Demented,
Procol Harum,
The Cowsills,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter and Kerry,
June Days,
Fad Gadget,
David Axelrod,
Soft Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Tom Boy,
Yaz,
The Move,
Freddie Wadling,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Derrick May,
Gabor Szabo,
Sex Pistols,
Spandau Ballet,
Soulsonic Force,
Steve Hackett,
Absolute Body Control,
Junior Murvin,
The Victims,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sällskapet,
Scrapy,
Susan Cadogan,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Angels of Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.