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 Chad and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Michael McDonald 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Q and Not U,
Albert Ayler,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Green,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Flesh Eaters,
Animal Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
cv313,
Bang On A Can,
LL Cool J,
Desert Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Glenn Branca,
Grauzone,
DJ Sneak,
The Count Five,
Mark Hollis,
Nick Fraelich,
The Young Rascals,
The Tremeloes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Audionom,
The Gladiators,
Derrick Morgan,
Rekid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Byrd,
L. Decosne,
The Knickerbockers,
The American Breed,
Babytalk,
Yazoo,
Jandek,
The Mojo Men,
The Fall,
Talk Talk,
John Lydon,
The Angels of Light,
Qualms,
FM Einheit,
Gang of Four,
Piero Umiliani,
Kerri Chandler,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Copeland,
Dave Gahan,
Arcadia,
Brass Construction,
Cluster,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Residents,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.