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 Malta and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mad Mike to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Television,
Nick Fraelich,
Lungfish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moleskins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minutemen,
Derrick Morgan,
Alison Limerick,
Ossler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stetsasonic,
Camouflage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crash Course in Science,
The Martian,
Faust,
Marine Girls,
Vainqueur,
The Trojans,
the Sonics,
Fugazi,
John Cale,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Halsall,
Yaz,
Y Pants,
Pantaleimon,
Black Pus,
Flipper,
Idris Muhammad,
Smog,
Archie Shepp,
Lightning Bolt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Talk Talk,
Symarip,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Black Dice,
Model 500,
The Leaves,
The Electric Prunes,
Sight & Sound,
K-Klass,
Das Ding,
Alton Ellis,
Subhumans,
T.S.O.L.,
Aloha Tigers,
John Holt,
Marvin Gaye,
Joy Division,
Audionom,
The United States of America,
Byron Stingily,
Unrelated Segments,
Sällskapet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.