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 Lithuania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the electroclash 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Soft Cell,
Maurizio,
Slave,
Al Stewart,
Monolake,
The Index,
The Blues Magoos,
Mr. Review,
Lindisfarne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slick Rick,
Yaz,
DNA,
Supertramp,
Anthony Braxton,
Scientists,
Pantytec,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pagans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scion,
Model 500,
Neil Young,
Drexciya,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
Fad Gadget,
Simply Red,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alphaville,
Suburban Knight,
the Human League,
John Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
The Divine Comedy,
Kenny Larkin,
Grey Daturas,
Bluetip,
Boredoms,
Joe Finger,
Eurythmics,
a-ha,
Quantec,
Nils Olav,
Cybotron,
Rakim,
Bad Manners,
Animal Collective,
Make Up,
Wire,
Rosa Yemen,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül,
Todd Rundgren,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül II,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.