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 Indonesia and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Anthony Braxton to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Stiv Bators,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
David Bowie,
The Moleskins,
Magazine,
Funky Four + One,
Steve Hackett,
Lalann,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Bourne,
Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
Bill Near,
Robert Hood,
Massinfluence,
Dawn Penn,
Skarface,
Morten Harket,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skaos,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fluxion,
The Human League,
The Sonics,
Chris Corsano,
The Zeros,
The Pop Group,
A Certain Ratio,
Banda Bassotti,
Swell Maps,
David Axelrod,
Mark Hollis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drexciya,
The Standells,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Count Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
June of 44,
Section 25,
Wolf Eyes,
The Techniques,
Severed Heads,
Ituana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Main Source,
Depeche Mode,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Dolphy,
Quadrant,
Jerry's Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Average White Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flamin' Groovies,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.