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 Zimbabwe and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sonny Sharrock to the crunk 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Crash Course in Science,
Porter Ricks,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
Boogie Down Productions,
The New Christs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Terry,
Section 25,
John Cale,
Howard Jones,
The Skatalites,
Dead Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Zero Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Mad Mike,
The Dead C,
Barry Ungar,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Carl Craig,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Connie Case,
Stereo Dub,
Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
Charles Mingus,
Eddi Front,
John Foxx,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Litter,
The Gun Club,
Wings,
Eli Mardock,
Agent Orange,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yellowson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Q65,
Glenn Branca,
Rites of Spring,
Judy Mowatt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris & Cosey,
Second Layer,
Sun City Girls,
Fluxion,
John Lydon,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.