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 Australia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Hasil Adkins to the rock 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rekid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Foxx,
Sun City Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Clear Light,
Intrusion,
Man Parrish,
Infiniti,
Magazine,
Brick,
Main Source,
Stereo Dub,
Peter & Gordon,
The Barracudas,
John Coltrane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Moleskins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eden Ahbez,
The Victims,
Crime,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Half Japanese,
The Invisible,
Ken Boothe,
Q65,
Black Bananas,
The Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Knickerbockers,
Young Marble Giants,
The Litter,
Ronan,
Thompson Twins,
Skarface,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aswad,
Liliput,
The Gun Club,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rod Modell,
Shuggie Otis,
Sparks,
F. McDonald,
June Days,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alice Coltrane,
OOIOO,
The Divine Comedy,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.