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 Japan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Fluxion to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Toni Rubio,
Godley & Creme,
Rosa Yemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soft Machine,
Malaria!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Suicide,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sister Nancy,
Man Eating Sloth,
U.S. Maple,
Fela Kuti,
Deakin,
The Fuzztones,
Model 500,
The Martian,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gladiators,
Fatback Band,
The J.B.'s,
X-Ray Spex,
Yazoo,
Magma,
Quando Quango,
Black Pus,
Lyres,
Section 25,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boredoms,
The Searchers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mo-Dettes,
Pantaleimon,
Howard Jones,
Joyce Sims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerrie Biddell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lower 48,
Marvin Gaye,
Ituana,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Trojans,
Isaac Hayes,
Fad Gadget,
Das Ding,
Skaos,
Clear Light,
the Human League,
Babytalk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Parry Music,
Whodini,
The Knickerbockers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Patti Smith,
Vainqueur,
Livin' Joy,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.