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 Gambia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Von Mondo to the funk 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
The Doors,
The Dirtbombs,
The Grass Roots,
Bang On A Can,
The Blues Magoos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stetsasonic,
Basic Channel,
Lungfish,
Vladislav Delay,
Ituana,
The Vogues,
The Residents,
Pagans,
Section 25,
Crime,
Kaleidoscope,
The Saints,
Neu!,
Magazine,
Simply Red,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Matthew Halsall,
The Standells,
JFA,
Q and Not U,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June of 44,
K-Klass,
X-Ray Spex,
EPMD,
Eurythmics,
Joy Division,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Tremeloes,
Eden Ahbez,
Stockholm Monsters,
Accadde A,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Al Stewart,
Bad Manners,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
L. Decosne,
The Fortunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Television,
The Fugs,
U.S. Maple,
Archie Shepp,
Mandrill,
Tim Buckley,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronan,
Reagan Youth,
The Cowsills,
kango's stein massive,
Fear,
Kas Product,
KRS-One,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.