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 Bahrain and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
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 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 Neil Young to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
The Sound,
Au Pairs,
Sam Rivers,
Sarah Menescal,
Mission of Burma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Al Stewart,
Camouflage,
X-Ray Spex,
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
D'Angelo,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Althea and Donna,
Jawbox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cybotron,
Anthony Braxton,
the Germs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Sherman,
Supertramp,
Nils Olav,
Scientists,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Babytalk,
Bootsy Collins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Severed Heads,
Bad Manners,
Fatback Band,
Ossler,
the Swans,
Robert Hood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fire Engines,
Monks,
Unrelated Segments,
The Red Krayola,
Pulsallama,
Darondo,
Piero Umiliani,
Letta Mbulu,
Mad Mike,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barry Ungar,
Oblivians,
Brick,
Urselle,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlback,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.