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 Turkmenistan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Qualms to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Arthur Verocai,
Blossom Toes,
Aswad,
the Slits,
Black Bananas,
Jandek,
The Raincoats,
Henry Cow,
Marvin Gaye,
Ossler,
The Mummies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joy Division,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wolf Eyes,
cv313,
Whodini,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smiths,
Zero Boys,
Heaven 17,
10cc,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Germs,
Patti Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
The Index,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Womack,
Pantaleimon,
KRS-One,
Ludus,
Reagan Youth,
Yellowson,
Man Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Duran Duran,
Cal Tjader,
The Birthday Party,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
The Remains,
Throbbing Gristle,
Accadde A,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Offenders,
Eve St. Jones,
Laurel Aitken,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wire,
Drexciya,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rakim,
Eddi Front,
Scratch Acid,
The Moleskins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.