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 Denmark and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alton Ellis to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Wire,
Althea and Donna,
Animal Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
Severed Heads,
Oneida,
Supertramp,
Judy Mowatt,
The Divine Comedy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
AZ,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Finger,
Wasted Youth,
Minor Threat,
UT,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terry Callier,
Vainqueur,
Brothers Johnson,
Kas Product,
Stetsasonic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
Isaac Hayes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultra Naté,
The Knickerbockers,
T. Rex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Standells,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Leaves,
Half Japanese,
Reagan Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gladiators,
Sixth Finger,
The Red Krayola,
Basic Channel,
Index,
K-Klass,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dead C,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Swans,
This Heat,
The Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.