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 Tanzania and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Robert Görl to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Misunderstood,
Boz Scaggs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Warren Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Main Source,
Laurel Aitken,
MC5,
Maleditus Sound,
Minutemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Black Dice,
Shuggie Otis,
Tubeway Army,
Ten City,
John Lydon,
Organ,
Ohio Players,
Tom Boy,
Agent Orange,
The Martian,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angry Samoans,
The American Breed,
Connie Case,
Kerri Chandler,
Monks,
Tres Demented,
Hardrive,
Sam Rivers,
Harry Pussy,
The Fortunes,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash,
KRS-One,
Newcleus,
John Coltrane,
X-101,
Barbara Tucker,
Desert Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Surgeon,
Slick Rick,
Dead Boys,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drexciya,
Heaven 17,
Jawbox,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantytec,
Toni Rubio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rosa Yemen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Searchers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slits,
Khruangbin,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.