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 Macedonia and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blossom Toes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Magazine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul II Soul,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Buzzcocks,
Grauzone,
Young Marble Giants,
Lyres,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David McCallum,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra,
Malaria!,
kango's stein massive,
The Fugs,
The Smoke,
Marine Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Subhumans,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Laurel Aitken,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gong,
JFA,
Funky Four + One,
Smog,
Index,
Cheater Slicks,
Porter Ricks,
Pylon,
Motorama,
Bobby Womack,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slave,
Organ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fugazi,
Robert Görl,
Cecil Taylor,
Ohio Players,
John Lydon,
Hasil Adkins,
Pulsallama,
Magma,
Wire,
Trumans Water,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fire Engines,
Japan,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.