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 Israel 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Sex Pistols to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Theoretical Girls,
Hashim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DNA,
Stereo Dub,
Kerri Chandler,
Pussy Galore,
The Searchers,
CMW,
In Retrospect,
Grauzone,
Ken Boothe,
Boredoms,
the Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
Procol Harum,
The Blackbyrds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Darondo,
Lindisfarne,
Deadbeat,
Blancmange,
Ituana,
Soft Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young,
Dead Boys,
One Last Wish,
U.S. Maple,
Joy Division,
Essential Logic,
The Velvet Underground,
The Names,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eddi Front,
Shuggie Otis,
Japan,
Model 500,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cluster,
Saccharine Trust,
Altered Images,
Crash Course in Science,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
Franke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alice Coltrane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pagans,
Sam Rivers,
Lightning Bolt,
Amon Düül II,
The Leaves,
Negative Approach,
Simply Red,
Yusef Lateef,
The Neon Judgement,
Los Fastidios,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.