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 Zambia and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Boz Scaggs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Lakeside,
Bluetip,
Carl Craig,
Black Bananas,
Skaos,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Durutti Column,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Zeros,
The Kinks,
The Misunderstood,
The Evens,
Mars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Surgeon,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Association,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Skatalites,
Jeru the Damaja,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Magazine,
Toni Rubio,
Radiohead,
Vladislav Delay,
Mr. Review,
Zero Boys,
Blancmange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thee Headcoats,
Aaron Thompson,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
Blake Baxter,
Cymande,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joyce Sims,
Bush Tetras,
Dorothy Ashby,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Babytalk,
The Toasters,
Sun City Girls,
Procol Harum,
Fela Kuti,
Cybotron,
Boredoms,
Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Connie Case,
Pierre Henry,
Hot Snakes,
Quando Quango,
The Star Department,
The J.B.'s,
The Moleskins,
Nico,
Anthony Braxton,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.