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 Djibouti and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Albert Ayler 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
The Selecter,
Chris Corsano,
Tommy Roe,
Eli Mardock,
Sugar Minott,
The Slackers,
the Sonics,
Bauhaus,
Harry Pussy,
Theoretical Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Shuggie Otis,
Interpol,
Rosa Yemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rapeman,
Donald Byrd,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül II,
Y Pants,
Laurel Aitken,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Susan Cadogan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Human League,
Ronnie Foster,
Groovy Waters,
The Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Surgeon,
John Foxx,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Red Krayola,
Panda Bear,
The Invisible,
David Axelrod,
the Normal,
Section 25,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Agitation Free,
Flamin' Groovies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gong,
Peter & Gordon,
New York Dolls,
Hardrive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül,
The Angels of Light,
Essential Logic,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.