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 Sri Lanka and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blake Baxter to the grime 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Panda Bear,
Interpol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mars,
The Moleskins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yazoo,
Bad Manners,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Severed Heads,
Terry Callier,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Byron Stingily,
Graham Central Station,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blancmange,
John Holt,
The Mojo Men,
Rakim,
Spandau Ballet,
The Beau Brummels,
The Saints,
Barbara Tucker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ossler,
Kas Product,
Nico,
The Birthday Party,
MDC,
Laurel Aitken,
Crime,
Chris & Cosey,
Fad Gadget,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cluster,
JFA,
This Heat,
Mark Hollis,
Dual Sessions,
Susan Cadogan,
The Pop Group,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anakelly,
Can,
Cal Tjader,
Wings,
Fat Boys,
John Foxx,
The Stooges,
Cecil Taylor,
Pussy Galore,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Colin Newman,
Don Cherry,
Donny Hathaway,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faraquet,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.