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 Liberia and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 Unwound to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
The Golliwogs,
The Fuzztones,
Pere Ubu,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Happenings,
Dawn Penn,
Maurizio,
Au Pairs,
Ken Boothe,
John Holt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yaz,
the Slits,
UT,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Walker Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stetsasonic,
Loose Ends,
The Gun Club,
Barbara Tucker,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Leonard Cohen,
Idris Muhammad,
The Blues Magoos,
Prince Buster,
Faraquet,
B.T. Express,
Parry Music,
PIL,
Ossler,
Roxette,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gong,
Erasure,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Almond,
The Smoke,
U.S. Maple,
The Offenders,
X-102,
Mr. Review,
Skaos,
Delta 5,
Iggy Pop,
The New Christs,
The Stooges,
Quadrant,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arcadia,
Kerri Chandler,
Albert Ayler,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visage,
Arthur Verocai,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.