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 Mauritania and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Prince Buster to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
ABC,
DJ Sneak,
Rapeman,
Nils Olav,
The Searchers,
Sonic Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
The J.B.'s,
Grauzone,
The Doors,
The Young Rascals,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kenny Larkin,
The Invisible,
Derrick Morgan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Seeds,
Robert Hood,
Max Romeo,
Minor Threat,
Pagans,
Derrick May,
China Crisis,
Kerri Chandler,
Terrestrial Tones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Todd Rundgren,
the Soft Cell,
Grey Daturas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Electric Prunes,
Soul II Soul,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Barracudas,
Junior Murvin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalann,
Mad Mike,
Main Source,
Sun Ra,
Procol Harum,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magma,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gories,
Andrew Hill,
Whodini,
PIL,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barrington Levy,
Essential Logic,
Bad Manners,
New York Dolls,
Ronnie Foster,
The Velvet Underground,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.