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 Benin and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 funk 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
MDC,
Black Pus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dave Gahan,
Nick Fraelich,
Camouflage,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roger Hodgson,
Kurtis Blow,
Clear Light,
Robert Hood,
The Buckinghams,
John Cale,
Anakelly,
The Walker Brothers,
Arcadia,
The Divine Comedy,
Harmonia,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Red Krayola,
Magma,
Vladislav Delay,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scion,
Panda Bear,
Public Enemy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ten City,
Whodini,
The Angels of Light,
the Bar-Kays,
Wire,
Sugar Minott,
Yellowson,
Pierre Henry,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alton Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
the Sonics,
Tubeway Army,
Gabor Szabo,
The Modern Lovers,
Wally Richardson,
Qualms,
Quando Quango,
Matthew Bourne,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Piero Umiliani,
The Martian,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.