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 Solomon Islands and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1973.
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 oboe 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 The Neon Judgement to the crunk 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
The Fuzztones,
Franke,
Tim Buckley,
Eric Copeland,
The Toasters,
The Neon Judgement,
Maleditus Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun Ra,
John Lydon,
Sixth Finger,
In Retrospect,
Black Moon,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gories,
John Holt,
Jawbox,
Cheater Slicks,
John Cale,
Pulsallama,
Wings,
Tom Boy,
Stiv Bators,
Brass Construction,
Chrome,
The Monochrome Set,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantytec,
Soulsonic Force,
Marmalade,
Reagan Youth,
Glenn Branca,
The Motions,
The Index,
Black Bananas,
Sandy B,
The Move,
These Immortal Souls,
James White and The Blacks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pylon,
The Skatalites,
The Stooges,
8 Eyed Spy,
Toni Rubio,
Slave,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kevin Saunderson,
Newcleus,
Easy Going,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiopuhelimet,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.