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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Massinfluence to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
the Human League,
Moby Grape,
Shuggie Otis,
Roy Ayers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
David Axelrod,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lyres,
Mad Mike,
MC5,
The Monochrome Set,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Prunes,
Interpol,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kenny Larkin,
The Grass Roots,
The Modern Lovers,
James White and The Blacks,
Thompson Twins,
Joe Finger,
H. Thieme,
Camberwell Now,
Khruangbin,
Rekid,
Steve Hackett,
Motorama,
Newcleus,
Nirvana,
Silicon Teens,
The Star Department,
Cluster,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blackbyrds,
The Standells,
Isaac Hayes,
Accadde A,
The Neon Judgement,
Albert Ayler,
Flipper,
Mandrill,
Rakim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Supertramp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sandy B,
Matthew Bourne,
The Barracudas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Busters,
The Dead C,
Thee Headcoats,
Junior Murvin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Curtis Mayfield,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.