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 Ghana and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 dance 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Quantec,
Steve Hackett,
Swans,
Gang of Four,
Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
Derrick May,
Gong,
Faust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
JFA,
Von Mondo,
Ossler,
Circle Jerks,
Delta 5,
Alphaville,
The Grass Roots,
Metal Thangz,
Little Man,
New York Dolls,
The Last Poets,
Skriet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Carl Craig,
In Retrospect,
The Mojo Men,
Ponytail,
Y Pants,
Sarah Menescal,
R.M.O.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
a-ha,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Wyatt,
Camouflage,
Soul II Soul,
The Techniques,
Connie Case,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harry Pussy,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slave,
Brothers Johnson,
Idris Muhammad,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pagans,
The Fortunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Schoolly D,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liliput,
Morten Harket,
Average White Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter & Gordon,
Susan Cadogan,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.