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 Guinea-Bissau and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scion to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Graham Central Station,
The Standells,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers,
Eddi Front,
Toni Rubio,
Aaron Thompson,
Skriet,
Accadde A,
Newcleus,
Sight & Sound,
Neu!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Schoolly D,
Drexciya,
The Blackbyrds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gabor Szabo,
Spoonie Gee,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Inner City,
Echospace,
KRS-One,
Amon Düül,
Kool Moe Dee,
Josef K,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Walker Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Halsall,
Sam Rivers,
The Stooges,
Clear Light,
Thee Headcoats,
Scientists,
Skaos,
Stiv Bators,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Reagan Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
cv313,
Hashim,
Tommy Roe,
Cybotron,
Television,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Holt,
Chris Corsano,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joyce Sims,
Television Personalities,
T. Rex,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.