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 Equatorial Guinea and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Groovy Waters to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Nirvana,
Danielle Patucci,
Flash Fearless,
Sarah Menescal,
L. Decosne,
Con Funk Shun,
David Axelrod,
The Walker Brothers,
Monolake,
DJ Sneak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Byrd,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moleskins,
Jeff Lynne,
Cecil Taylor,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nico,
The Evens,
Rapeman,
Maurizio,
The Knickerbockers,
Lower 48,
Iggy Pop,
The Motions,
Moss Icon,
Scion,
Alton Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
Deadbeat,
Buzzcocks,
Zapp,
Newcleus,
Ultra Naté,
Blancmange,
Trumans Water,
Moby Grape,
Skriet,
Man Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
Janne Schatter,
Hoover,
The Fuzztones,
Ludus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharoah Sanders,
Josef K,
The Electric Prunes,
New York Dolls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Lydon,
Symarip,
Gang of Four,
Isaac Hayes,
Pole,
Radiohead,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Porter Ricks,
Lightning Bolt,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.