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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Mantronix,
X-101,
The Motions,
The United States of America,
Nas,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Görl,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cowsills,
The J.B.'s,
James White and The Blacks,
The Red Krayola,
Black Bananas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Malaria!,
Warren Ellis,
Nico,
Barbara Tucker,
Spoonie Gee,
Porter Ricks,
Ken Boothe,
The Pretty Things,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Parry Music,
Little Man,
The Fugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jacob Miller,
Pierre Henry,
Tubeway Army,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funky Four + One,
The Misunderstood,
Skaos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pharoah Sanders,
Goldenarms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sister Nancy,
The Stooges,
Rosa Yemen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mad Mike,
Scientists,
Scott Walker,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Rundgren,
Idris Muhammad,
Monks,
The Toasters,
Jandek,
The Grass Roots,
Joy Division,
The Gun Club,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.