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 Peru and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the dance 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol 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?
Archie Shepp,
Roxette,
The Move,
Erasure,
The Angels of Light,
The Human League,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Al Stewart,
Icehouse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
Parry Music,
Aswad,
Leonard Cohen,
Don Cherry,
Freddie Wadling,
Visage,
The Zeros,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Essential Logic,
Maleditus Sound,
June Days,
The Golliwogs,
Glenn Branca,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Christie,
Fat Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Isaac Hayes,
Scratch Acid,
Popol Vuh,
Yaz,
John Coltrane,
Mars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
AZ,
Alphaville,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalann,
The Gun Club,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlback,
KRS-One,
Spoonie Gee,
OOIOO,
Marc Almond,
Funkadelic,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sandy B,
Gang Starr,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camberwell Now,
Procol Harum,
Subhumans,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.