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 Bulgaria and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 The Happenings to the grime 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Iggy Pop,
The Victims,
Jawbox,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun City Girls,
Erasure,
Rites of Spring,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nas,
X-101,
Andrew Hill,
Mantronix,
The Human League,
Masters at Work,
The Misunderstood,
Warsaw,
8 Eyed Spy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
OOIOO,
Eric Dolphy,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
Mandrill,
The Associates,
Rekid,
Talk Talk,
The Techniques,
Sarah Menescal,
Wings,
the Association,
Babytalk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oblivians,
Stetsasonic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Toni Rubio,
AZ,
The Neon Judgement,
Maleditus Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gun Club,
UT,
the Slits,
Pylon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Niagra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Con Funk Shun,
The Detroit Cobras,
Section 25,
K-Klass,
Joe Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
Faust,
Sex Pistols,
Mission of Burma,
Unwound,
Tres Demented,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.