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 Sweden and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Don Cherry to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monochrome Set,
Marc Almond,
Godley & Creme,
Michelle Simonal,
Connie Case,
Negative Approach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gabor Szabo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wire,
Ponytail,
Shuggie Otis,
Steve Hackett,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Görl,
Desert Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Isaac Hayes,
Patti Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Near,
Buzzcocks,
Groovy Waters,
Funky Four + One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Foxx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalann,
The Smiths,
Angry Samoans,
Colin Newman,
Easy Going,
Bluetip,
Jawbox,
Moebius,
Junior Murvin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rites of Spring,
Au Pairs,
Spoonie Gee,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Piero Umiliani,
Minor Threat,
KRS-One,
The Fugs,
Outsiders,
Skriet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Wells,
Little Man,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pierre Henry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.