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 Iceland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lou Reed 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 Pretty Things to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jandek,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cowsills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MDC,
Loose Ends,
John Holt,
Sandy B,
Circle Jerks,
Guru Guru,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Wyatt,
Davy DMX,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skriet,
X-101,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Busters,
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minutemen,
Thee Headcoats,
The Invisible,
Grandmaster Flash,
Patti Smith,
Television,
Pulsallama,
Model 500,
The Toasters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Sneak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boredoms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fad Gadget,
Ronnie Foster,
Warren Ellis,
Pantytec,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radiohead,
Byron Stingily,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Style,
OOIOO,
Hasil Adkins,
Sound Behaviour,
Royal Trux,
The Knickerbockers,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fugs,
Don Cherry,
Rufus Thomas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.