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 East Timor and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the disco 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Liliput,
Glenn Branca,
Leonard Cohen,
Lyres,
Half Japanese,
a-ha,
Mars,
Oneida,
Harmonia,
Q and Not U,
Deepchord,
Nas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siglo XX,
Boz Scaggs,
Stockholm Monsters,
kango's stein massive,
China Crisis,
The Doors,
Kerri Chandler,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Hill,
The Dead C,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alison Limerick,
Ronan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roxy Music,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cowsills,
The Gories,
The Saints,
James White and The Blacks,
Inner City,
Cal Tjader,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare,
Scan 7,
John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang On A Can,
Sun City Girls,
Chrome,
Sonny Sharrock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter and Kerry,
The Real Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Star Department,
Fat Boys,
Procol Harum,
David Bowie,
MC5,
Wings,
Stiv Bators,
Quadrant,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.