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 Ecuador and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 crunk 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
H. Thieme,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fugs,
Cameo,
Black Flag,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Swans,
Bauhaus,
One Last Wish,
Whodini,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül,
Gregory Isaacs,
Qualms,
The J.B.'s,
Thee Headcoats,
Dark Day,
Iggy Pop,
Yazoo,
Cal Tjader,
Con Funk Shun,
Slave,
Juan Atkins,
Lalann,
Glenn Branca,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Durutti Column,
The Names,
Oneida,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minor Threat,
Jandek,
The Walker Brothers,
The Kinks,
Arthur Verocai,
Sister Nancy,
Maurizio,
Alison Limerick,
Erasure,
Zapp,
Shoche,
Terry Callier,
Funky Four + One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
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Patti Smith,
In Retrospect,
Boz Scaggs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
June Days,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David McCallum,
The Evens,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.