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 Papua New Guinea and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro 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 Circle Jerks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Crooked Eye,
the Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aswad,
The Saints,
Unrelated Segments,
Sällskapet,
James White and The Blacks,
Don Cherry,
Parry Music,
The Pop Group,
Maurizio,
Neil Young,
Wasted Youth,
Japan,
Roger Hodgson,
PIL,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Adolescents,
Oneida,
Dawn Penn,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Flesh Eaters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacques Brel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deadbeat,
The Leaves,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Skatalites,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Lynne,
Scrapy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Rundgren,
Terrestrial Tones,
Steve Hackett,
The Invisible,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Michelle Simonal,
Siglo XX,
Man Parrish,
Make Up,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Vogues,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Near,
Jacob Miller,
The Searchers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
Spandau Ballet,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gladiators,
Los Fastidios,
Amon Düül II,
Ken Boothe,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.