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 Cameroon and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Liliput to the techno 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
The Toasters,
Jeff Lynne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Knickerbockers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Can,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smiths,
Spandau Ballet,
The Busters,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sonic Youth,
The Standells,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rites of Spring,
Chris Corsano,
OOIOO,
JFA,
Agent Orange,
Skarface,
Easy Going,
Patti Smith,
the Soft Cell,
Blake Baxter,
Half Japanese,
Sonny Sharrock,
Index,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Görl,
Brand Nubian,
Jeru the Damaja,
Darondo,
New Order,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott Heron,
China Crisis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Hill,
Flipper,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Skatalites,
The Angels of Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABBA,
Eli Mardock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slits,
Surgeon,
Von Mondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Average White Band,
Swell Maps,
The Blues Magoos,
Ken Boothe,
E-Dancer,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.