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 Sierra Leone and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gabor Szabo,
R.M.O.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rosa Yemen,
Subhumans,
Kurtis Blow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Monks,
Massinfluence,
Agitation Free,
Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Lydon,
D'Angelo,
Rod Modell,
Henry Cow,
Sun Ra,
Yaz,
Yellowson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Simply Red,
Blancmange,
Country Teasers,
Can,
Avey Tare,
The Walker Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yusef Lateef,
Technova,
Godley & Creme,
Deakin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fluxion,
David Axelrod,
Mr. Review,
Lindisfarne,
the Association,
The Seeds,
The New Christs,
Basic Channel,
The Five Americans,
Shuggie Otis,
Barry Ungar,
Tommy Roe,
Steve Hackett,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ornette Coleman,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Stooges,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Swell Maps,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Patti Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.