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 Lille.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Kerri Chandler,
Intrusion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Yellowson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Con Funk Shun,
Piero Umiliani,
Siglo XX,
The Last Poets,
Barbara Tucker,
Pussy Galore,
Organ,
Mandrill,
Groovy Waters,
The Move,
Nik Kershaw,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Halsall,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fugs,
Aural Exciters,
Scientists,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gichy Dan,
The Red Krayola,
Jandek,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slave,
These Immortal Souls,
Ornette Coleman,
Von Mondo,
The Wake,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mr. Review,
Talk Talk,
Erykah Badu,
Main Source,
Fear,
Crooked Eye,
Young Marble Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
Pierre Henry,
F. McDonald,
B.T. Express,
Donny Hathaway,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Human League,
Kas Product,
Vainqueur,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Martian,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Human League,
The Trojans,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Techniques,
New York Dolls,
Ituana,
Cal Tjader,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.