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 Nauru and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Grey Daturas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Minutemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Janne Schatter,
Ludus,
Gong,
Sam Rivers,
Scientists,
Moby Grape,
Soul II Soul,
Country Teasers,
Kaleidoscope,
The Grass Roots,
Echospace,
Scion,
Todd Rundgren,
Magazine,
Magma,
Piero Umiliani,
The Pretty Things,
Delta 5,
The Golliwogs,
KRS-One,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Adolescents,
Pere Ubu,
The Gap Band,
Buzzcocks,
Qualms,
A Certain Ratio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quadrant,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Sneak,
Scratch Acid,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultra Naté,
the Bar-Kays,
the Soft Cell,
X-102,
Popol Vuh,
Bronski Beat,
Index,
Idris Muhammad,
The Blackbyrds,
Siglo XX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funkadelic,
Tommy Roe,
The Beau Brummels,
L. Decosne,
Agent Orange,
The Modern Lovers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dual Sessions,
Das Ding,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.