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 Monaco and from Tokyo.
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 Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Patti Smith to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
DNA,
PIL,
Amon Düül,
Bill Wells,
Brass Construction,
The Mojo Men,
Rotary Connection,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Matthew Halsall,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marcia Griffiths,
Donald Byrd,
the Human League,
Massinfluence,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tres Demented,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lower 48,
The Cowsills,
Sun Ra,
The Zeros,
Quando Quango,
Eve St. Jones,
The Toasters,
Colin Newman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Almond,
The Dirtbombs,
David McCallum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lightning Bolt,
Lakeside,
Ten City,
Fear,
Erykah Badu,
FM Einheit,
Amon Düül II,
K-Klass,
Kaleidoscope,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dave Clark Five,
Panda Bear,
Black Moon,
a-ha,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Neu!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Basic Channel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Moleskins,
Wolf Eyes,
Iggy Pop,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.