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 Indonesia and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Second Layer to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Durutti Column,
DNA,
Crash Course in Science,
MC5,
Eric Dolphy,
the Association,
Swell Maps,
Quando Quango,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Laurel Aitken,
Swans,
Marvin Gaye,
Anthony Braxton,
Massinfluence,
The Smoke,
Mark Hollis,
Quadrant,
Nirvana,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chris Corsano,
The Happenings,
Eric Copeland,
The Dirtbombs,
The Count Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Terry Callier,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gichy Dan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed,
Vladislav Delay,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker,
Essential Logic,
Brand Nubian,
Connie Case,
Albert Ayler,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gap Band,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Ten City,
Delta 5,
Sixth Finger,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Invisible,
The Offenders,
Pantaleimon,
The Walker Brothers,
Deepchord,
Roger Hodgson,
Niagra,
Liliput,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Techniques,
Deadbeat,
Ohio Players,
Joe Finger,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.