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 Argentina 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the grime 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Don Cherry,
David Bowie,
Bush Tetras,
PIL,
Model 500,
The Barracudas,
Fela Kuti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soulsonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sällskapet,
Rakim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter and Kerry,
Young Marble Giants,
Harry Pussy,
Suicide,
Wolf Eyes,
Kayak,
Deepchord,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Agitation Free,
Surgeon,
Toni Rubio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris & Cosey,
Stetsasonic,
The Five Americans,
Laurel Aitken,
Hashim,
Half Japanese,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Royal Trux,
R.M.O.,
Rotary Connection,
Joey Negro,
Crooked Eye,
Cecil Taylor,
LL Cool J,
Skarface,
Severed Heads,
Amon Düül II,
Henry Cow,
Johnny Osbourne,
L. Decosne,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bauhaus,
The Music Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Hood,
Y Pants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q and Not U,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Zapp,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.