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 Congo and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 Funky Four + One to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Eddi Front,
Hot Snakes,
The Martian,
Black Sheep,
Rekid,
Pulsallama,
the Normal,
Excepter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skriet,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Josef K,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glenn Branca,
The Last Poets,
Black Pus,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Womack,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DJ Style,
Brick,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun Ra,
Radiohead,
Mission of Burma,
Goldenarms,
Kenny Larkin,
Jerry's Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Almond,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siglo XX,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boredoms,
PIL,
Throbbing Gristle,
Inner City,
Index,
Archie Shepp,
Gang of Four,
Barclay James Harvest,
Electric Light Orchestra,
La Düsseldorf,
Unwound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Franke,
Pere Ubu,
Wasted Youth,
The Gories,
Average White Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Searchers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Connie Case,
The Stooges,
The Misunderstood,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.