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 Jamaica and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cure to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Jandek,
Fugazi,
The Zeros,
One Last Wish,
Robert Hood,
Bill Near,
Heaven 17,
Chris Corsano,
the Swans,
Pierre Henry,
The Leaves,
KRS-One,
Joensuu 1685,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Techniques,
The Angels of Light,
Quadrant,
Crispy Ambulance,
kango's stein massive,
Erykah Badu,
Sex Pistols,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ituana,
Moss Icon,
Gregory Isaacs,
F. McDonald,
The Last Poets,
Ten City,
Lucky Dragons,
Rufus Thomas,
The Trojans,
Smog,
A Certain Ratio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agitation Free,
Simply Red,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Residents,
Organ,
Yellowson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
World's Most,
Todd Terry,
Metal Thangz,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gap Band,
Eden Ahbez,
The Seeds,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Lydon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Liliput,
Marine Girls,
Anakelly,
Piero Umiliani,
Harmonia,
Can,
The Slits,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.