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 Poland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Avey Tare to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chris & Cosey,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Sherman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rufus Thomas,
Rod Modell,
New Age Steppers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Terry,
MDC,
Slick Rick,
Davy DMX,
Fluxion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eden Ahbez,
Excepter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wally Richardson,
The Slits,
Faraquet,
Gang of Four,
Ponytail,
Oblivians,
Kayak,
Minutemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
Rosa Yemen,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funky Four + One,
The Buckinghams,
Rakim,
Procol Harum,
Kaleidoscope,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Mills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Niagra,
Joey Negro,
Make Up,
Matthew Halsall,
John Lydon,
Sex Pistols,
Delta 5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Foxx,
Faust,
Blossom Toes,
These Immortal Souls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Albert Ayler,
Talk Talk,
Ten City,
Pere Ubu,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.