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 Turkmenistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Au Pairs to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Buzzcocks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Lydon,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gap Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cramps,
Desert Stars,
Electric Prunes,
The Searchers,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Pus,
Quadrant,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
The Move,
Pharoah Sanders,
48th St. Collective,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonic Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David Bowie,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Y Pants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faraquet,
Intrusion,
Banda Bassotti,
Tears for Fears,
Wings,
The Detroit Cobras,
The American Breed,
Visage,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jawbox,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
The Buckinghams,
Eve St. Jones,
Ossler,
CMW,
Marine Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Bar-Kays,
Alton Ellis,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Remains,
Bobby Byrd,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slackers,
Donald Byrd,
Young Marble Giants,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.