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 Kuwait and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lakeside to the electroclash 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra 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?
Lucky Dragons,
The Litter,
Janne Schatter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sugar Minott,
The Selecter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Delta 5,
One Last Wish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faust,
Lyres,
Minor Threat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Gong,
Adolescents,
The Index,
Colin Newman,
Newcleus,
Y Pants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
ABC,
Derrick May,
Arthur Verocai,
Anakelly,
It's A Beautiful Day,
10cc,
KRS-One,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Steve Hackett,
Lalann,
Yusef Lateef,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Teasers,
Silicon Teens,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Make Up,
Amon Düül,
The Cramps,
cv313,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Pus,
The Pretty Things,
Kenny Larkin,
The Offenders,
Can,
the Association,
Kayak,
Barry Ungar,
The Golliwogs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sällskapet,
The Evens,
Jerry's Kids,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.