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 Iran and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Marc Almond to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Gabor Szabo,
JFA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hot Snakes,
The Busters,
Main Source,
Pantytec,
The Dirtbombs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Whodini,
Roger Hodgson,
Chris Corsano,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Fraelich,
The Standells,
Qualms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra,
Ultravox,
Rakim,
Hasil Adkins,
Guru Guru,
T.S.O.L.,
Outsiders,
The Grass Roots,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
Andrew Hill,
Sixth Finger,
The Stooges,
The Evens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anakelly,
The Walker Brothers,
Jawbox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yellowson,
Michelle Simonal,
cv313,
Pagans,
Dual Sessions,
Nik Kershaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blake Baxter,
DJ Style,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suicide,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Au Pairs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang of Four,
Unwound,
The Mummies,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Faust,
Johnny Clarke,
Henry Cow,
Kurtis Blow,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.