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 Uruguay and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grime 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
John Coltrane,
Gang Green,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dual Sessions,
Soul II Soul,
Marcia Griffiths,
10cc,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brass Construction,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eden Ahbez,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Accadde A,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed,
One Last Wish,
The Blues Magoos,
Donald Byrd,
Niagra,
Neu!,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Hill,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ten City,
Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
The Count Five,
PIL,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Q and Not U,
Deepchord,
Alton Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rapeman,
Michelle Simonal,
Cybotron,
Aaron Thompson,
The Music Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rites of Spring,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Clarke,
Fluxion,
Nirvana,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hoover,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eddi Front,
Derrick May,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.