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 Namibia and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Sun Ra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Barrington Levy,
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Wake,
Negative Approach,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Desert Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Finger,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bluetip,
Sex Pistols,
Sugar Minott,
The Fortunes,
Anakelly,
Buzzcocks,
Monks,
The Monochrome Set,
The Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monolake,
Audionom,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fela Kuti,
Lower 48,
Radio Birdman,
Reuben Wilson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Derrick May,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magma,
These Immortal Souls,
The Five Americans,
Erykah Badu,
Malaria!,
Joensuu 1685,
Lucky Dragons,
Grey Daturas,
Mad Mike,
AZ,
Angry Samoans,
Inner City,
Gabor Szabo,
Newcleus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Beau Brummels,
Oblivians,
World's Most,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fall,
Stetsasonic,
The Blues Magoos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soulsonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heaven 17,
Robert Hood,
Moss Icon,
Suburban Knight,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.