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 Somalia and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 the Bar-Kays to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Schoolly D,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Matthew Halsall,
Yusef Lateef,
The Busters,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Foxx,
Erasure,
Warren Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
The New Christs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Guru Guru,
the Bar-Kays,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Patti Smith,
Tomorrow,
The Pretty Things,
Letta Mbulu,
Negative Approach,
John Lydon,
Reagan Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Public Enemy,
The Invisible,
The Grass Roots,
Essential Logic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
CMW,
Slave,
LL Cool J,
Eddi Front,
Gabor Szabo,
Scientists,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Monks,
Nico,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bob Dylan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Hood,
Godley & Creme,
Jandek,
Skaos,
Inner City,
The Fugs,
Derrick May,
The Last Poets,
Sun City Girls,
Amazonics,
Ice-T,
John Cale,
Excepter,
Colin Newman,
Los Fastidios,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.