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 Netherlands and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the grunge 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Harry Pussy,
Junior Murvin,
World's Most,
Black Bananas,
Lucky Dragons,
Gong,
Judy Mowatt,
Technova,
Kool Moe Dee,
Absolute Body Control,
The Skatalites,
Sugar Minott,
The Count Five,
Tomorrow,
Yellowson,
Bluetip,
Michelle Simonal,
UT,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Infiniti,
Piero Umiliani,
Donny Hathaway,
Nik Kershaw,
Throbbing Gristle,
Carl Craig,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Symarip,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Happenings,
The Gories,
Darondo,
Marc Almond,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Starr,
One Last Wish,
Scientists,
Wasted Youth,
Agent Orange,
James White and The Blacks,
Make Up,
Tim Buckley,
ABC,
The Selecter,
The Moleskins,
Pussy Galore,
Harpers Bizarre,
Theoretical Girls,
Suicide,
Main Source,
Soul II Soul,
Ohio Players,
Sam Rivers,
Underground Resistance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masters at Work,
Nils Olav,
Rites of Spring,
Magazine,
Yusef Lateef,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.