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 Russia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Reuben Wilson to the funk 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Rod Modell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oblivians,
A Certain Ratio,
AZ,
Stetsasonic,
Eric Copeland,
Bob Dylan,
Swans,
Arab on Radar,
Lower 48,
The J.B.'s,
The Blackbyrds,
a-ha,
Nirvana,
Aswad,
B.T. Express,
Minutemen,
Drexciya,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brass Construction,
Black Moon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Reuben Wilson,
Gichy Dan,
Wire,
Dead Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Janne Schatter,
Joy Division,
John Holt,
Flash Fearless,
Archie Shepp,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxy Music,
Metal Thangz,
The Misunderstood,
D'Angelo,
Fela Kuti,
The Beau Brummels,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
48th St. Collective,
The Litter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Morten Harket,
New York Dolls,
Suicide,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
ABBA,
Junior Murvin,
Guru Guru,
The Toasters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Qualms,
Public Enemy,
Buzzcocks,
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.