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 Kyrgyzstan and from Houston.
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 Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Essential Logic to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Busters,
The Vogues,
Bobby Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
Loose Ends,
Tomorrow,
Suburban Knight,
John Holt,
The Barracudas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Charles Mingus,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fuzztones,
kango's stein massive,
Franke,
Chris Corsano,
Siglo XX,
The Litter,
JFA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joy Division,
Nico,
Juan Atkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
EPMD,
Jawbox,
The Divine Comedy,
LL Cool J,
The Modern Lovers,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Clarke,
Bob Dylan,
Janne Schatter,
Stereo Dub,
Harmonia,
Panda Bear,
Royal Trux,
Radio Birdman,
Sandy B,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zero Boys,
Ludus,
KRS-One,
Ossler,
The Leaves,
The Cure,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dead C,
Scrapy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pet Shop Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tim Buckley,
Althea and Donna,
Oblivians,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.