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 Guatemala and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hot Snakes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Germs,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
The Skatalites,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
Toni Rubio,
The Mojo Men,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Womack,
Warren Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Certain Ratio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mission of Burma,
Can,
Barry Ungar,
D'Angelo,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Bananas,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DNA,
Nirvana,
The Young Rascals,
The Misunderstood,
JFA,
Dead Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Byron Stingily,
Heaven 17,
John Holt,
MDC,
The Modern Lovers,
Sex Pistols,
The Raincoats,
Eurythmics,
Agent Orange,
Nils Olav,
The Fuzztones,
Motorama,
Gang Starr,
FM Einheit,
Tim Buckley,
Kayak,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott Heron,
The United States of America,
Popol Vuh,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.