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 Mali and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Association to the jazz 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Albert Ayler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
Qualms,
Marine Girls,
Ohio Players,
Rotary Connection,
Iggy Pop,
The Mojo Men,
Crash Course in Science,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Offenders,
Sight & Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Thompson Twins,
Cybotron,
Groovy Waters,
Todd Terry,
The Fugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter and Kerry,
Quantec,
Pole,
The Remains,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kenny Larkin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
ABC,
Agent Orange,
X-102,
Dark Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
The American Breed,
Bad Manners,
Radiohead,
The Birthday Party,
Ten City,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
OOIOO,
Rufus Thomas,
The Toasters,
Radio Birdman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
Faust,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hoover,
Drive Like Jehu,
Suicide,
The Misunderstood,
Tres Demented,
Sällskapet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brass Construction,
This Heat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
H. Thieme,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.