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 Congo and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Massinfluence,
Malaria!,
Little Man,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
June of 44,
Connie Case,
Joensuu 1685,
Oblivians,
Boredoms,
The Gories,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Althea and Donna,
Pierre Henry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
Jawbox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yazoo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra,
Joy Division,
La Düsseldorf,
Rites of Spring,
Black Bananas,
Isaac Hayes,
Joyce Sims,
X-Ray Spex,
Prince Buster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David McCallum,
Mary Jane Girls,
Qualms,
Iggy Pop,
Cluster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wire,
Camouflage,
Lyres,
The Music Machine,
Soft Machine,
F. McDonald,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Saccharine Trust,
Monks,
Desert Stars,
The Litter,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare,
Jacques Brel,
James White and The Blacks,
Metal Thangz,
The Angels of Light,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Count Five,
Basic Channel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.