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 Guinea-Bissau and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jacob Miller to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Vladislav Delay,
UT,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
cv313,
Camouflage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
F. McDonald,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marmalade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eli Mardock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barbara Tucker,
Procol Harum,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chris & Cosey,
The Standells,
Jawbox,
The Busters,
Boredoms,
Icehouse,
June Days,
Jandek,
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick May,
Eurythmics,
Suburban Knight,
The Mummies,
T. Rex,
Skriet,
Interpol,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Los Fastidios,
Fluxion,
Shuggie Otis,
Scratch Acid,
The Invisible,
Tropical Tobacco,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sällskapet,
Pere Ubu,
Yaz,
Half Japanese,
Arthur Verocai,
Smog,
the Swans,
The Searchers,
In Retrospect,
One Last Wish,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.