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 Venezuela and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Slick Rick to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül II,
Chris & Cosey,
The Evens,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Charles Mingus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pulsallama,
Cymande,
Wings,
The Cowsills,
The Slits,
The Gories,
Audionom,
The Saints,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boz Scaggs,
Cluster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unwound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kaleidoscope,
Sonny Sharrock,
Althea and Donna,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deakin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Modern Lovers,
Ohio Players,
Hot Snakes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick Morgan,
Deepchord,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Patti Smith,
The Litter,
Ken Boothe,
Scientists,
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nas,
Black Sheep,
New Age Steppers,
Sight & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
ABC,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lindisfarne,
Dark Day,
The Star Department,
Bluetip,
Roxy Music,
Kenny Larkin,
Average White Band,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.