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 Kiribati and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Peter and Kerry to the funk 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
CMW,
Negative Approach,
Mr. Review,
Minnie Riperton,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Holt,
Gong,
Joe Finger,
Fugazi,
Dark Day,
Camouflage,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wolf Eyes,
Goldenarms,
MC5,
Leonard Cohen,
Crash Course in Science,
The Trojans,
Minutemen,
The United States of America,
The Misunderstood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Archie Shepp,
Urselle,
Hasil Adkins,
Can,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
EPMD,
Robert Hood,
the Swans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mark Hollis,
Roxette,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joy Division,
Ohio Players,
Roger Hodgson,
F. McDonald,
The Kinks,
Porter Ricks,
Loose Ends,
Reuben Wilson,
Alphaville,
Cheater Slicks,
Nico,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jawbox,
Second Layer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Sonic Youth,
Sight & Sound,
The Motions,
Faust,
Severed Heads,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Excepter,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.