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 Panama and from New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Porter Ricks to the electroclash 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Altered Images,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Foxx,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Panda Bear,
Niagra,
Babytalk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chrome,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oblivians,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Cale,
Tres Demented,
Eric Copeland,
Letta Mbulu,
Yazoo,
Hot Snakes,
Harry Pussy,
Model 500,
The Flesh Eaters,
Matthew Halsall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Isaac Hayes,
Steve Hackett,
Hoover,
Masters at Work,
Thee Headcoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Charles Mingus,
Aloha Tigers,
Godley & Creme,
Fluxion,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Sonics,
UT,
Procol Harum,
Sällskapet,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
R.M.O.,
The Slackers,
Subhumans,
Magma,
Lucky Dragons,
Davy DMX,
Donny Hathaway,
Junior Murvin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wally Richardson,
The Saints,
Judy Mowatt,
Agent Orange,
X-Ray Spex,
The Techniques,
Negative Approach,
Mo-Dettes,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.