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 Samoa 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funkadelic,
Eddi Front,
Nirvana,
The Grass Roots,
Zapp,
Television,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joe Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
Y Pants,
Wire,
Moby Grape,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
Swans,
Saccharine Trust,
DJ Sneak,
Procol Harum,
MC5,
Todd Terry,
Cheater Slicks,
Arcadia,
Boogie Down Productions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nico,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Iggy Pop,
The Knickerbockers,
Alice Coltrane,
World's Most,
The Slits,
Little Man,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radio Birdman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arab on Radar,
Arthur Verocai,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Five Americans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Searchers,
The Techniques,
H. Thieme,
Ludus,
Neil Young,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Accadde A,
Ralphi Rosario,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
Nas,
PIL,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New Age Steppers,
The Remains,
Can,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.