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 Cuba and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 New York Dolls to the dance 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
The Names,
Alice Coltrane,
Marmalade,
James White and The Blacks,
Reuben Wilson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
Charles Mingus,
The Fugs,
the Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maurizio,
The Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Dolphy,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith,
The Grass Roots,
L. Decosne,
Brand Nubian,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minnie Riperton,
Magazine,
Blossom Toes,
Panda Bear,
The Kinks,
Lou Christie,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New York Dolls,
Amon Düül II,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Negative Approach,
Flipper,
This Heat,
The Offenders,
Aswad,
The Barracudas,
Hardrive,
The Music Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
D'Angelo,
ABBA,
Simply Red,
Stetsasonic,
Suburban Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jacob Miller,
Hot Snakes,
Connie Case,
Buzzcocks,
Jandek,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.