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 Sweden and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Public Enemy to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scion,
Nas,
Sugar Minott,
Bob Dylan,
Mars,
John Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cure,
The Star Department,
Section 25,
Al Stewart,
Visage,
Slick Rick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ronnie Foster,
Kaleidoscope,
Chrome,
Joy Division,
Idris Muhammad,
Negative Approach,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Suicide,
Porter Ricks,
The Kinks,
Archie Shepp,
Fugazi,
Yusef Lateef,
In Retrospect,
Wire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
The Buckinghams,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ossler,
EPMD,
Swell Maps,
Television,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delta 5,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pagans,
David McCallum,
Quantec,
Cheater Slicks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ituana,
The Fuzztones,
Oneida,
Monks,
These Immortal Souls,
Joey Negro,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amazonics,
Scientists,
Pole,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.