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 Solomon Islands and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the disco 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Chris & Cosey,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Negative Approach,
MC5,
K-Klass,
Altered Images,
Circle Jerks,
Cluster,
Stetsasonic,
Malaria!,
Chris Corsano,
Trumans Water,
Moby Grape,
Unrelated Segments,
Con Funk Shun,
Eyeless In Gaza,
EPMD,
The Move,
the Swans,
Jandek,
Khruangbin,
Nation of Ulysses,
La Düsseldorf,
the Fania All-Stars,
Make Up,
Cybotron,
Minor Threat,
One Last Wish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Technova,
Ronan,
Jawbox,
Nirvana,
The Grass Roots,
Royal Trux,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monochrome Set,
The Barracudas,
Television Personalities,
Wasted Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
KRS-One,
The Index,
Marvin Gaye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arcadia,
LL Cool J,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joy Division,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cal Tjader,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Skatalites,
Lucky Dragons,
Franke,
Gang Green,
Agitation Free,
The Velvet Underground,
The Buckinghams,
Warren Ellis,
the Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.