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 Jordan and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Magazine to the punk 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
F. McDonald,
Bill Near,
Nas,
Radio Birdman,
Black Flag,
Jawbox,
Kaleidoscope,
Joey Negro,
Scion,
Moebius,
Harmonia,
Tommy Roe,
The Remains,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yellowson,
KRS-One,
The Selecter,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moody Blues,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Godley & Creme,
Matthew Halsall,
Terry Callier,
Cymande,
One Last Wish,
Gong,
Unwound,
Panda Bear,
Junior Murvin,
Soulsonic Force,
Urselle,
10cc,
Gichy Dan,
Surgeon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Toasters,
The Tremeloes,
Massinfluence,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siglo XX,
Index,
E-Dancer,
The Red Krayola,
the Bar-Kays,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric B and Rakim,
Visage,
The Slits,
The American Breed,
kango's stein massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Certain Ratio,
Kayak,
The Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
Bizarre Inc.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiopuhelimet,
LL Cool J,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.