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 Syria and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jeff Lynne to the grime 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Dawn Penn,
Oneida,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
AZ,
Angry Samoans,
The Smiths,
Joe Finger,
Minor Threat,
David McCallum,
Gong,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terry Callier,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scrapy,
Gang Starr,
Dark Day,
Cameo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Lydon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Move,
Jawbox,
Siglo XX,
Dual Sessions,
Lalann,
Kool Moe Dee,
Qualms,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young,
Man Parrish,
Pussy Galore,
E-Dancer,
Bush Tetras,
Dennis Brown,
Talk Talk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Schoolly D,
Rapeman,
Infiniti,
The Wake,
Jandek,
Boogie Down Productions,
Interpol,
Altered Images,
Radiohead,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cybotron,
The Moody Blues,
Black Flag,
Ponytail,
John Cale,
Whodini,
John Coltrane,
Wings,
the Germs,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.