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 Micronesia and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Qualms to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonny Sharrock,
Howard Jones,
Maurizio,
Zapp,
Drive Like Jehu,
La Düsseldorf,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Surgeon,
Lindisfarne,
Warsaw,
Metal Thangz,
Connie Case,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scratch Acid,
The Gap Band,
Pylon,
Rufus Thomas,
Prince Buster,
Circle Jerks,
The Invisible,
Lightning Bolt,
The Residents,
Albert Ayler,
Dark Day,
The Grass Roots,
Pole,
Livin' Joy,
The Gladiators,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fatback Band,
Von Mondo,
The Raincoats,
Harry Pussy,
Isaac Hayes,
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker,
Marvin Gaye,
Barbara Tucker,
Wings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Duran Duran,
Cal Tjader,
KRS-One,
Babytalk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brass Construction,
Dennis Brown,
Fad Gadget,
Das Ding,
Pere Ubu,
Michelle Simonal,
Infiniti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Charles Mingus,
The American Breed,
Bang On A Can,
Neil Young,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.