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 Palau and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Flash Fearless to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Bush Tetras,
Lyres,
Hasil Adkins,
Depeche Mode,
Ornette Coleman,
Don Cherry,
Alphaville,
Jacob Miller,
Brothers Johnson,
New York Dolls,
Ludus,
Boz Scaggs,
EPMD,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Enemy,
48th St. Collective,
The Pretty Things,
Iggy Pop,
The Skatalites,
Ohio Players,
The Fall,
Joensuu 1685,
Wolf Eyes,
Con Funk Shun,
Malaria!,
Sugar Minott,
Eddi Front,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Index,
Camberwell Now,
The Index,
Porter Ricks,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wings,
John Cale,
OOIOO,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Pylon,
Blake Baxter,
This Heat,
The Names,
Intrusion,
Barrington Levy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brick,
Ponytail,
The Smiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
World's Most,
The Litter,
Severed Heads,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unwound,
Ken Boothe,
E-Dancer,
In Retrospect,
Marmalade,
Pulsallama,
The Leaves,
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.