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 Poland and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Skatalites to the disco 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barbara Tucker,
Lyres,
Marcia Griffiths,
Japan,
Donny Hathaway,
Aswad,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed,
Funky Four + One,
Mad Mike,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Hill,
Massinfluence,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stetsasonic,
Michelle Simonal,
Deadbeat,
Sparks,
Jawbox,
Suicide,
Animal Collective,
Urselle,
Gang Gang Dance,
David McCallum,
Moby Grape,
K-Klass,
The American Breed,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marc Almond,
Black Flag,
Todd Rundgren,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Max Romeo,
Lungfish,
Dawn Penn,
Gerry Rafferty,
Model 500,
Negative Approach,
Suburban Knight,
The Remains,
Joey Negro,
Sun Ra,
The Music Machine,
Charles Mingus,
The Cowsills,
Grandmaster Flash,
Qualms,
X-102,
Visage,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Bourne,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.