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 Netherlands and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the crunk 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars 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?
Barry Ungar,
Derrick Morgan,
Gichy Dan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Desert Stars,
Parry Music,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Martian,
Gang Starr,
X-Ray Spex,
Symarip,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Golliwogs,
Roxy Music,
The Mummies,
Minor Threat,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Order,
The Techniques,
Section 25,
Jacques Brel,
Curtis Mayfield,
T. Rex,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
Neu!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Organ,
Nick Fraelich,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eden Ahbez,
The Raincoats,
Blake Baxter,
Scott Walker,
Davy DMX,
Don Cherry,
Wire,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fluxion,
KRS-One,
Warren Ellis,
Little Man,
The Names,
Au Pairs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Searchers,
Derrick May,
Piero Umiliani,
Wally Richardson,
Unrelated Segments,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television,
Q65,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.