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 Bahamas and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boz Scaggs to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Boredoms,
The Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
Marvin Gaye,
Pylon,
A Certain Ratio,
Liliput,
Josef K,
L. Decosne,
Faraquet,
Supertramp,
David Bowie,
Aural Exciters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skarface,
F. McDonald,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Niagra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Section 25,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeff Mills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
Metal Thangz,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grey Daturas,
Tommy Roe,
Black Flag,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Slits,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blues Magoos,
Morten Harket,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
One Last Wish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ronnie Foster,
EPMD,
Trumans Water,
Fugazi,
Nas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Stooges,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ponytail,
Buzzcocks,
FM Einheit,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick Morgan,
Cheater Slicks,
Curtis Mayfield,
PIL,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Moon,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.