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 Bolivia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Seeds to the rap 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Steve Hackett,
Guru Guru,
DJ Sneak,
The Neon Judgement,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slackers,
Cluster,
The Buckinghams,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jandek,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Coltrane,
The Residents,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Holt,
Second Layer,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lindisfarne,
Spoonie Gee,
Gong,
David Axelrod,
Marshall Jefferson,
Henry Cow,
Spandau Ballet,
Panda Bear,
Pagans,
The Associates,
Altered Images,
The Angels of Light,
Tom Boy,
Arthur Verocai,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Severed Heads,
New York Dolls,
Don Cherry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fugazi,
Technova,
Ice-T,
Sight & Sound,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra,
Lyres,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rites of Spring,
Hasil Adkins,
Janne Schatter,
The Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rakim,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anthony Braxton,
Siglo XX,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chris Corsano,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.