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 Micronesia and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 This Heat to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Peter & Gordon,
Amon Düül II,
Amon Düül,
The Standells,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sparks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pagans,
Ultra Naté,
Mark Hollis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Sherman,
Kas Product,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gories,
OOIOO,
Harry Pussy,
Bad Manners,
The Fall,
Technova,
Essential Logic,
AZ,
Oblivians,
The Slits,
Arab on Radar,
The Red Krayola,
World's Most,
Desert Stars,
The Offenders,
Fluxion,
Minor Threat,
The Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Selecter,
Eurythmics,
Joensuu 1685,
Godley & Creme,
Chris Corsano,
The Fugs,
Brand Nubian,
Duran Duran,
Black Flag,
Bill Near,
Suicide,
Rites of Spring,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scientists,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
X-101,
Zero Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Electric Prunes,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.