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 Haiti and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Infiniti to the rap 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Qualms,
Country Teasers,
Leonard Cohen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bush Tetras,
Swans,
Henry Cow,
Robert Hood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rosa Yemen,
Gabor Szabo,
Faust,
The Tremeloes,
Outsiders,
Brothers Johnson,
Camouflage,
Underground Resistance,
Boz Scaggs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June of 44,
Monks,
The Sonics,
Terry Callier,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Skatalites,
The Cowsills,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Niagra,
Fear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Siglo XX,
The Monks,
Pylon,
Judy Mowatt,
D'Angelo,
The Vogues,
The Real Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Almond,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aswad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Normal,
Supertramp,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aaron Thompson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lightning Bolt,
Quadrant,
Sparks,
the Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
Moss Icon,
The Pop Group,
Pantaleimon,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.