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 Antigua and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Patti Smith,
Scrapy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Derrick Morgan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wally Richardson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Green,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fugs,
The Zeros,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun Ra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Saints,
Amon Düül,
The Five Americans,
The Red Krayola,
Erasure,
The Real Kids,
Can,
The Martian,
Kas Product,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Sneak,
Khruangbin,
Young Marble Giants,
The Star Department,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
June of 44,
Ken Boothe,
Heaven 17,
Public Image Ltd.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brand Nubian,
Scratch Acid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pulsallama,
Albert Ayler,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Techniques,
Soft Cell,
KRS-One,
Crooked Eye,
Minny Pops,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Frankie Knuckles,
OOIOO,
Funkadelic,
Roxette,
New Age Steppers,
Model 500,
Brick,
Kenny Larkin,
Deakin,
Eli Mardock,
The Moody Blues,
Trumans Water,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.