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 Bolivia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Bush Tetras to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June of 44,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Danielle Patucci,
Blancmange,
R.M.O.,
Nik Kershaw,
Isaac Hayes,
Fela Kuti,
The Trojans,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed,
Essential Logic,
Negative Approach,
Pantaleimon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dawn Penn,
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül II,
Roger Hodgson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang On A Can,
Stiv Bators,
Marvin Gaye,
MDC,
Oneida,
The Birthday Party,
T. Rex,
Alice Coltrane,
Niagra,
Pantytec,
48th St. Collective,
OOIOO,
Silicon Teens,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-101,
World's Most,
Henry Cow,
Khruangbin,
the Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Association,
Bluetip,
Ten City,
Spandau Ballet,
Porter Ricks,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Tremeloes,
Harry Pussy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joe Smooth,
Gang of Four,
Theoretical Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slits,
Minny Pops,
The Blues Magoos,
John Coltrane,
Hardrive,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.