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 Angola 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 the Slits to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cowsills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New York Dolls,
Black Bananas,
Darondo,
The Sonics,
Essential Logic,
DJ Style,
The Moleskins,
Al Stewart,
David Bowie,
Saccharine Trust,
Pussy Galore,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Traffic Nightmare,
PIL,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minny Pops,
Little Man,
Cheater Slicks,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
Y Pants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mandrill,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cramps,
Derrick May,
Moby Grape,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
China Crisis,
Mad Mike,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dead C,
Scan 7,
Angry Samoans,
The Angels of Light,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bauhaus,
Monks,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronan,
Clear Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dual Sessions,
Jimmy McGriff,
D'Angelo,
The Modern Lovers,
Rotary Connection,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Symarip,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.