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 Japan and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Groovy Waters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Oblivians,
AZ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
Slick Rick,
The Names,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skaos,
Todd Terry,
Funky Four + One,
Franke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brick,
James White and The Blacks,
Quadrant,
Fat Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Make Up,
The Searchers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agitation Free,
The United States of America,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Supertramp,
Andrew Hill,
Warsaw,
Silicon Teens,
Boogie Down Productions,
Royal Trux,
Eric Dolphy,
Quando Quango,
Marine Girls,
This Heat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yusef Lateef,
Nik Kershaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Beasts of Bourbon,
cv313,
Panda Bear,
Dark Day,
Schoolly D,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
Sandy B,
Flamin' Groovies,
Q and Not U,
Todd Rundgren,
Skarface,
Eric B and Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
Susan Cadogan,
The Toasters,
Rufus Thomas,
Rapeman,
Eden Ahbez,
Porter Ricks,
Graham Central Station,
Pantytec,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.