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 Tonga and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The United States of America to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Gang Dance,
Khruangbin,
Junior Murvin,
The Gun Club,
Joe Finger,
Harry Pussy,
Pulsallama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Rites of Spring,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-Ray Spex,
Juan Atkins,
Arab on Radar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Divine Comedy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Searchers,
This Heat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Das Ding,
Little Man,
The Happenings,
The Seeds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Smog,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick May,
These Immortal Souls,
Laurel Aitken,
The Last Poets,
Kayak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultravox,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Graham Central Station,
Neu!,
the Normal,
Bang On A Can,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camouflage,
The Fuzztones,
Hot Snakes,
Janne Schatter,
Anakelly,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Modern Lovers,
LL Cool J,
Metal Thangz,
Minutemen,
Wolf Eyes,
Gong,
China Crisis,
Jacob Miller,
The Dead C,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.