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 Mozambique 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
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 snare 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 The Cure to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Nirvana,
Juan Atkins,
The Associates,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sixth Finger,
Charles Mingus,
The Fall,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Neon Judgement,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tim Buckley,
The Beau Brummels,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hardrive,
Talk Talk,
The Toasters,
Simply Red,
The Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Interpol,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Pop Group,
Eric Copeland,
Donald Byrd,
PIL,
One Last Wish,
Urselle,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bronski Beat,
Blossom Toes,
Pussy Galore,
The Real Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
the Normal,
Hoover,
The United States of America,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Moon,
ABC,
The Searchers,
A Certain Ratio,
Tres Demented,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
a-ha,
Procol Harum,
Kas Product,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Soft Cell,
Lakeside,
Agitation Free,
Patti Smith,
The Litter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Model 500,
Mars,
The Gladiators,
Kaleidoscope,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.