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 Eritrea and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soul Sonic Force to the rap 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Fluxion,
Sonic Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
PIL,
Sun City Girls,
the Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Warsaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxy Music,
David Axelrod,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Pus,
Rotary Connection,
Rhythm & Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minor Threat,
The Modern Lovers,
X-Ray Spex,
Mandrill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Soft Cell,
Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
Mars,
The Angels of Light,
Con Funk Shun,
KRS-One,
the Swans,
Scratch Acid,
Jerry's Kids,
Cluster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Drexciya,
Flash Fearless,
Grey Daturas,
The Litter,
The Fall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Görl,
Sparks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fugazi,
Rod Modell,
Rapeman,
Marvin Gaye,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Christie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lower 48,
Surgeon,
The Residents,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.