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 Sweden and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Count Five to the grunge 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Massinfluence,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oblivians,
The Monks,
Masters at Work,
Dave Gahan,
Wasted Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Visage,
Deadbeat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blake Baxter,
Archie Shepp,
Scion,
Eric Dolphy,
Pylon,
Bang On A Can,
Pantytec,
Deepchord,
Simply Red,
The Zeros,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Knickerbockers,
Royal Trux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Litter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Youth Brigade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ludus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ornette Coleman,
Eddi Front,
Banda Bassotti,
The Human League,
KRS-One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Angels of Light,
John Cale,
Wire,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ken Boothe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Görl,
Nas,
The Sonics,
This Heat,
Sam Rivers,
Grauzone,
Dark Day,
Guru Guru,
The Modern Lovers,
EPMD,
Suburban Knight,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.