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 Papua New Guinea and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Marine Girls to the grime 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
June of 44,
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eddi Front,
The Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hashim,
The Beau Brummels,
Lungfish,
Dark Day,
The Dave Clark Five,
Junior Murvin,
Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
The Fall,
AZ,
Bill Near,
Franke,
David Bowie,
Adolescents,
Ten City,
Dennis Brown,
The Velvet Underground,
Animal Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
Blossom Toes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joyce Sims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Infiniti,
Stiv Bators,
New Age Steppers,
Henry Cow,
Loose Ends,
The Sonics,
Don Cherry,
The Neon Judgement,
Arcadia,
Delta 5,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Divine Comedy,
The Wake,
Graham Central Station,
These Immortal Souls,
The Raincoats,
Surgeon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Flag,
Harry Pussy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Last Poets,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Albert Ayler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.