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 Portugal and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 the Association 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Standells,
Reuben Wilson,
Shuggie Otis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gabor Szabo,
The Golliwogs,
The Angels of Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Howard Jones,
Morten Harket,
Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
Chris & Cosey,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
The Neon Judgement,
Tommy Roe,
Vainqueur,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Goldenarms,
Barry Ungar,
Excepter,
The Residents,
Lightning Bolt,
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Derrick Morgan,
The Saints,
Magma,
Negative Approach,
Underground Resistance,
Sandy B,
Glenn Branca,
Circle Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Index,
Agitation Free,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quadrant,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nation of Ulysses,
Von Mondo,
In Retrospect,
Ultravox,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker,
Eden Ahbez,
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sarah Menescal,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.