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 Brunei 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Porter Ricks to the jazz 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
The Index,
Maleditus Sound,
Alphaville,
Black Pus,
Harry Pussy,
Black Flag,
The Zeros,
K-Klass,
Wings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Durutti Column,
The Vogues,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young,
Symarip,
Bootsy Collins,
Josef K,
Reagan Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
The Litter,
Hardrive,
Aloha Tigers,
Neu!,
New York Dolls,
Drexciya,
the Fania All-Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Donny Hathaway,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Saints,
Lee Hazlewood,
Main Source,
Depeche Mode,
a-ha,
John Foxx,
Franke,
Blancmange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Loose Ends,
The Martian,
Public Image Ltd.,
Negative Approach,
Dawn Penn,
The Last Poets,
Ultravox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronan,
Blossom Toes,
One Last Wish,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Skatalites,
Al Stewart,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bush Tetras,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ituana,
Angry Samoans,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.