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 Sierra Leone and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Avey Tare to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Wally Richardson,
Funkadelic,
Animal Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
Desert Stars,
Simply Red,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quadrant,
Main Source,
Erykah Badu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scion,
Ronan,
Anthony Braxton,
Visage,
Arcadia,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moody Blues,
The Saints,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Livin' Joy,
Vainqueur,
Oblivians,
Jacques Brel,
Flipper,
Barbara Tucker,
Supertramp,
Faraquet,
Sound Behaviour,
Radiohead,
Wire,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jawbox,
R.M.O.,
Wasted Youth,
Dead Boys,
Minor Threat,
The Residents,
Q and Not U,
Section 25,
Banda Bassotti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moby Grape,
Eric Copeland,
Sonic Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barclay James Harvest,
Beasts of Bourbon,
D'Angelo,
David Bowie,
Yazoo,
The Electric Prunes,
David McCallum,
Tim Buckley,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.