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 Latvia and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Aswad to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Fraelich,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Parry Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dead C,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scan 7,
Kool Moe Dee,
Swans,
Erasure,
Robert Hood,
Hardrive,
Buzzcocks,
The Blues Magoos,
Agent Orange,
Depeche Mode,
Basic Channel,
Slick Rick,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Five Americans,
Fad Gadget,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joey Negro,
The Shadows of Knight,
Surgeon,
Pole,
Tubeway Army,
Wally Richardson,
Aaron Thompson,
The Divine Comedy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Inner City,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Cell,
Bad Manners,
June of 44,
The Trojans,
Kas Product,
The Selecter,
Laurel Aitken,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sam Rivers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronnie Foster,
The Zeros,
X-101,
The Knickerbockers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DNA,
Von Mondo,
Roxette,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fugs,
Bobby Womack,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.