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 United States and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stooges to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Prince Buster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eve St. Jones,
Magazine,
Ultra Naté,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dennis Brown,
Donald Byrd,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tears for Fears,
Soft Machine,
Marc Almond,
Crime,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter & Gordon,
Subhumans,
KRS-One,
Piero Umiliani,
The Velvet Underground,
La Düsseldorf,
Godley & Creme,
Scion,
Sparks,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Saints,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Axelrod,
Scientists,
The Skatalites,
Nirvana,
Joensuu 1685,
The Happenings,
Sällskapet,
Brick,
Hot Snakes,
Public Enemy,
Mad Mike,
Metal Thangz,
Camouflage,
Skriet,
Youth Brigade,
Brothers Johnson,
Maleditus Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Chrome,
Colin Newman,
The Invisible,
Max Romeo,
Hardrive,
Guru Guru,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Last Poets,
OOIOO,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gun Club,
Negative Approach,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.