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 Oman and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Amazonics to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Anthony Braxton,
Stiv Bators,
Eric Copeland,
Moby Grape,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Popol Vuh,
Marine Girls,
The Standells,
Stetsasonic,
Connie Case,
Dorothy Ashby,
10cc,
Television Personalities,
B.T. Express,
Cymande,
Kaleidoscope,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Modern Lovers,
Rites of Spring,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cybotron,
Nas,
Qualms,
Rakim,
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Halsall,
Crash Course in Science,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Motorama,
Metal Thangz,
Sun City Girls,
Faust,
Fat Boys,
Zapp,
Heaven 17,
Franke,
Essential Logic,
Arthur Verocai,
Pole,
Tres Demented,
Jeff Mills,
Aloha Tigers,
Slick Rick,
Von Mondo,
World's Most,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scrapy,
The Knickerbockers,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Cell,
Ossler,
Junior Murvin,
Radio Birdman,
CMW,
These Immortal Souls,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.