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 Korea North and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Marine Girls to the rap 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
One Last Wish,
Cheater Slicks,
Easy Going,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stereo Dub,
Bronski Beat,
Tres Demented,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers,
Shuggie Otis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ice-T,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maurizio,
Sex Pistols,
Porter Ricks,
X-Ray Spex,
Agitation Free,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
EPMD,
Todd Terry,
Sparks,
John Coltrane,
The Move,
Danielle Patucci,
The Skatalites,
Faraquet,
Aswad,
Judy Mowatt,
Carl Craig,
Marmalade,
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kaleidoscope,
LL Cool J,
Bang On A Can,
Sister Nancy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chris Corsano,
Barry Ungar,
Ken Boothe,
Sam Rivers,
Procol Harum,
Clear Light,
Sixth Finger,
Pagans,
KRS-One,
The Doors,
Second Layer,
X-101,
The Gories,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jacob Miller,
The Residents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Music Machine,
Supertramp,
Qualms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.