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 South Africa and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Wire 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Gang of Four,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crooked Eye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Hood,
The Doors,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Big Daddy Kane,
Porter Ricks,
Swans,
June Days,
KRS-One,
Ituana,
Rod Modell,
Glenn Branca,
China Crisis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reagan Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Unrelated Segments,
Skarface,
The Cure,
Donny Hathaway,
Junior Murvin,
Oblivians,
ABBA,
The Divine Comedy,
Thompson Twins,
Chrome,
JFA,
Masters at Work,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bush Tetras,
Bad Manners,
The Techniques,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gap Band,
Henry Cow,
Subhumans,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stereo Dub,
Excepter,
Funkadelic,
The Modern Lovers,
Shuggie Otis,
Mission of Burma,
U.S. Maple,
The Skatalites,
Brothers Johnson,
The Pretty Things,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultravox,
Slave,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.