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 Ethiopia and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bobby Womack to the crunk 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Maurizio,
Los Fastidios,
Livin' Joy,
Whodini,
Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Wake,
Stockholm Monsters,
Saccharine Trust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Searchers,
Johnny Clarke,
X-Ray Spex,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Divine Comedy,
The Trojans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Womack,
The Black Dice,
CMW,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gastr Del Sol,
Laurel Aitken,
Lakeside,
Trumans Water,
Delta 5,
Blancmange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Darondo,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Martian,
Severed Heads,
Q65,
Max Romeo,
Tears for Fears,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lyres,
Thee Headcoats,
The Evens,
FM Einheit,
MC5,
June of 44,
Lower 48,
The Leaves,
The Remains,
kango's stein massive,
Von Mondo,
Mantronix,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pole,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Judy Mowatt,
Arcadia,
The Last Poets,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.