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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Patti Smith to the rock 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Flipper,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fugs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Newcleus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kas Product,
Delon & Dalcan,
cv313,
Jerry's Kids,
Rotary Connection,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minny Pops,
X-102,
Sun City Girls,
The Saints,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crash Course in Science,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chris Corsano,
Guru Guru,
Boz Scaggs,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul II Soul,
Wings,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ituana,
Mr. Review,
Moss Icon,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donny Hathaway,
Yazoo,
John Coltrane,
PIL,
Intrusion,
Trumans Water,
Fat Boys,
Todd Terry,
Patti Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Althea and Donna,
The Cramps,
Duran Duran,
the Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
Brothers Johnson,
Don Cherry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ice-T,
Chrome,
Cymande,
the Germs,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fortunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Massinfluence,
The Black Dice,
Vainqueur,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.