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 Serbia and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rap 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
The Count Five,
Sparks,
Altered Images,
Dennis Brown,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gladiators,
Moss Icon,
Hashim,
Quadrant,
X-101,
Robert Hood,
Byron Stingily,
Lakeside,
The Red Krayola,
Suburban Knight,
Rapeman,
Henry Cow,
Deakin,
Cybotron,
Cluster,
The Wake,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Human League,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gap Band,
The Names,
Warren Ellis,
D'Angelo,
Brand Nubian,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Moon,
Andrew Hill,
Funky Four + One,
Aloha Tigers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Idris Muhammad,
Laurel Aitken,
The American Breed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aural Exciters,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cowsills,
the Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Judy Mowatt,
Underground Resistance,
Absolute Body Control,
The Monks,
Ornette Coleman,
The Skatalites,
The Vogues,
Accadde A,
Arab on Radar,
Jawbox,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.