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 Spokane.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Robert Wyatt to the crunk 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Kayak,
Lower 48,
Main Source,
Public Enemy,
Matthew Halsall,
Aswad,
The Busters,
Young Marble Giants,
Half Japanese,
Section 25,
Niagra,
The Gladiators,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crime,
Kas Product,
Funkadelic,
Massinfluence,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Barracudas,
Eli Mardock,
Bang On A Can,
Soul II Soul,
Black Moon,
Wasted Youth,
Q65,
Gichy Dan,
Yaz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radio Birdman,
Davy DMX,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grey Daturas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sparks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Godley & Creme,
Carl Craig,
Freddie Wadling,
Scrapy,
Neu!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blossom Toes,
T.S.O.L.,
Moebius,
The American Breed,
The Star Department,
The J.B.'s,
Byron Stingily,
Underground Resistance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Procol Harum,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doors,
Los Fastidios,
Severed Heads,
Easy Going,
Bobby Womack,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.