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 Tanzania and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Max Romeo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Supertramp,
Wally Richardson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roger Hodgson,
The Moody Blues,
Chris Corsano,
The Vogues,
The Searchers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ohio Players,
Faraquet,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter and Kerry,
E-Dancer,
Anakelly,
The Toasters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Trumans Water,
Yellowson,
Amon Düül II,
Nico,
Swans,
Main Source,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Bar-Kays,
Half Japanese,
the Germs,
PIL,
Joe Finger,
KRS-One,
Country Teasers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jacques Brel,
The Victims,
Harry Pussy,
Bad Manners,
Loose Ends,
Jawbox,
The Standells,
Kerri Chandler,
Niagra,
John Foxx,
David McCallum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Litter,
U.S. Maple,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Anthony Braxton,
Sonic Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Dawn Penn,
Crash Course in Science,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.