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 Kenya and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flipper,
The Black Dice,
The United States of America,
The Raincoats,
Ponytail,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ronnie Foster,
Barrington Levy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quando Quango,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fugazi,
Funkadelic,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maurizio,
Blancmange,
Bad Manners,
Matthew Halsall,
Sixth Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
The Kinks,
Warsaw,
The Velvet Underground,
Jimmy McGriff,
Easy Going,
Scrapy,
Colin Newman,
Nik Kershaw,
The Litter,
The Mojo Men,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cure,
UT,
Hot Snakes,
Maleditus Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Newcleus,
Marine Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nas,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Neon Judgement,
Amon Düül,
Black Pus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camouflage,
Mad Mike,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Porter Ricks,
Television Personalities,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.