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 Namibia and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pulsallama to the punk 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Wolf Eyes,
Scion,
Swans,
Altered Images,
Angry Samoans,
AZ,
Cecil Taylor,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Modern Lovers,
The Kinks,
Joensuu 1685,
MC5,
Boredoms,
Neil Young,
Cymande,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sixth Finger,
Bronski Beat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Masters at Work,
Ten City,
the Fania All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
Procol Harum,
Duran Duran,
Lindisfarne,
Cluster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
a-ha,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visage,
Deakin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unwound,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Misunderstood,
Lee Hazlewood,
Youth Brigade,
Lyres,
Mark Hollis,
The Slackers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Depeche Mode,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Outsiders,
Motorama,
Con Funk Shun,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thee Headcoats,
Harry Pussy,
Arcadia,
Japan,
Bang On A Can,
The Invisible,
The Durutti Column,
One Last Wish,
Gang Gang Dance,
KRS-One,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.