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 Maldives and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Faust to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Bobby Womack,
Model 500,
DNA,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Max Romeo,
Ultravox,
Lalann,
Ten City,
Darondo,
Joyce Sims,
Ossler,
Brick,
The Remains,
Bang On A Can,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Black Dice,
The Grass Roots,
Von Mondo,
The Gories,
Brand Nubian,
Fad Gadget,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gladiators,
Silicon Teens,
Q and Not U,
Clear Light,
Schoolly D,
The Evens,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swell Maps,
Blake Baxter,
Rod Modell,
Adolescents,
Sun Ra,
Nik Kershaw,
Rites of Spring,
Stetsasonic,
The Five Americans,
Mission of Burma,
Massinfluence,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Mills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-102,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Youth Brigade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Supertramp,
Roger Hodgson,
Zapp,
Loose Ends,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Happenings,
Terry Callier,
The Cramps,
Basic Channel,
Infiniti,
Black Pus,
Maurizio,
Byron Stingily,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.