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 Czech Republic and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Radio Birdman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Icehouse,
Ten City,
Lakeside,
Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Judy Mowatt,
Matthew Halsall,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Godley & Creme,
10cc,
James White and The Blacks,
Liliput,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Walker Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
The Red Krayola,
Mr. Review,
Scott Walker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Swans,
Tommy Roe,
Altered Images,
The Vogues,
The Shadows of Knight,
Byron Stingily,
The Remains,
Visage,
The Victims,
The Birthday Party,
Al Stewart,
Sun Ra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anthony Braxton,
Don Cherry,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare,
Loose Ends,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Starr,
The Slits,
Vainqueur,
Roxy Music,
Babytalk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reuben Wilson,
Yazoo,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Saccharine Trust,
The Smoke,
Toni Rubio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Groovy Waters,
The Cowsills,
These Immortal Souls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.