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 Belize and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Johnny Clarke to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scrapy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sarah Menescal,
Pole,
The Gladiators,
Japan,
Newcleus,
Swans,
Andrew Hill,
The Mojo Men,
Make Up,
Minny Pops,
Mark Hollis,
Tubeway Army,
Camberwell Now,
The Modern Lovers,
Von Mondo,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rosa Yemen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Searchers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yazoo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultravox,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tomorrow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mr. Review,
Lalo Schifrin,
Byron Stingily,
Drexciya,
Visage,
Icehouse,
Lindisfarne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hashim,
cv313,
Theoretical Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Hood,
Popol Vuh,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Human League,
The Count Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Second Layer,
Ronnie Foster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Raincoats,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.