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 Mauritius and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
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 marimba 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 Idris Muhammad to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
F. McDonald,
The Vogues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Judy Mowatt,
Ten City,
Flash Fearless,
Scan 7,
Black Pus,
The Music Machine,
Brick,
Massinfluence,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Real Kids,
Drexciya,
Echospace,
Davy DMX,
Blossom Toes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Terry,
Ituana,
Anakelly,
Banda Bassotti,
T. Rex,
New York Dolls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eddi Front,
Zero Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bill Wells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wally Richardson,
Young Marble Giants,
Max Romeo,
CMW,
The Durutti Column,
Urselle,
The Cosmic Jokers,
LL Cool J,
Can,
Crash Course in Science,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eurythmics,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül,
Niagra,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Sneak,
Anthony Braxton,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.