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 Slovenia and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Angels of Light to the techno 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Patti Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sound Behaviour,
Maleditus Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eddi Front,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deadbeat,
Rod Modell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Q and Not U,
Qualms,
Mark Hollis,
The Moleskins,
Second Layer,
Bill Near,
Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
John Coltrane,
Aswad,
Goldenarms,
Scientists,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
E-Dancer,
Godley & Creme,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Neon Judgement,
John Lydon,
Scott Walker,
Laurel Aitken,
Heaven 17,
Peter and Kerry,
Unrelated Segments,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxette,
Whodini,
This Heat,
Swans,
OOIOO,
The Names,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cybotron,
Blossom Toes,
The Zeros,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Dolphy,
Delta 5,
Pierre Henry,
Ronnie Foster,
Bauhaus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pharoah Sanders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deakin,
Connie Case,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
Sight & Sound,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.