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 Netherlands and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Evens to the crunk 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camberwell Now,
The Fuzztones,
The Young Rascals,
The United States of America,
Cymande,
Cybotron,
The Slackers,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young,
Roxy Music,
Drexciya,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cal Tjader,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terry Callier,
The Move,
R.M.O.,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Fraelich,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yaz,
Godley & Creme,
The Electric Prunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
The Evens,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aswad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun Ra,
Fear,
Sound Behaviour,
Fat Boys,
Lungfish,
Bad Manners,
The Raincoats,
Aaron Thompson,
Essential Logic,
The Monks,
Funkadelic,
FM Einheit,
Arab on Radar,
The Beau Brummels,
MC5,
Hashim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deakin,
Eric Copeland,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fluxion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marmalade,
Mr. Review,
UT,
Joyce Sims,
Monolake,
One Last Wish,
Chris Corsano,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.