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 Indonesia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Eden Ahbez to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
The Wake,
The Cramps,
The Vogues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Depeche Mode,
David McCallum,
Rod Modell,
Joyce Sims,
The Mojo Men,
The American Breed,
Khruangbin,
Buzzcocks,
Stiv Bators,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moby Grape,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gladiators,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Parry Music,
The Kinks,
Kurtis Blow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Panda Bear,
The Golliwogs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
Aural Exciters,
Unrelated Segments,
The Durutti Column,
Nirvana,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The New Christs,
Rufus Thomas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marine Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Pus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ponytail,
OOIOO,
KRS-One,
Susan Cadogan,
Minnie Riperton,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Minor Threat,
Little Man,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slave,
Jeff Mills,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.