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 Montenegro and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Traffic Nightmare to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Fad Gadget,
K-Klass,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slits,
Franke,
Intrusion,
Charles Mingus,
FM Einheit,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drexciya,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Slits,
Maleditus Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Easy Going,
Arthur Verocai,
Iggy Pop,
The Gun Club,
Cameo,
Bluetip,
John Coltrane,
Fat Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Swans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sonics,
Carl Craig,
Aloha Tigers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Essential Logic,
Magma,
The Grass Roots,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris & Cosey,
Deakin,
Second Layer,
Rotary Connection,
Yusef Lateef,
Steve Hackett,
The Dead C,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dirtbombs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gang of Four,
Tubeway Army,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Count Five,
Aural Exciters,
Public Enemy,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.