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 East Timor and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Rotary Connection to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wally Richardson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Machine,
The Dead C,
Altered Images,
Vladislav Delay,
The Beau Brummels,
the Swans,
Excepter,
Section 25,
F. McDonald,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smiths,
One Last Wish,
The Real Kids,
Lindisfarne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lower 48,
The Moleskins,
Drexciya,
The Star Department,
The Trojans,
Cymande,
Bronski Beat,
Cecil Taylor,
Joe Smooth,
Grey Daturas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
China Crisis,
Hasil Adkins,
Qualms,
Quadrant,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Germs,
Eden Ahbez,
Toni Rubio,
Barbara Tucker,
Connie Case,
10cc,
Talk Talk,
Groovy Waters,
Sister Nancy,
Scion,
Accadde A,
Thee Headcoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
Q65,
Scratch Acid,
Skriet,
Little Man,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The J.B.'s,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Pretty Things,
Faraquet,
Half Japanese,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.