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 Portugal and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Colin Newman to the grime 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
The Slackers,
the Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
CMW,
Moss Icon,
Gabor Szabo,
The Remains,
Altered Images,
Minutemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiohead,
Donny Hathaway,
Mr. Review,
Main Source,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lyres,
James White and The Blacks,
Tim Buckley,
Khruangbin,
Rufus Thomas,
The Seeds,
Infiniti,
Eric Dolphy,
Alphaville,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Star Department,
Interpol,
Chrome,
The Wake,
Blake Baxter,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry's Kids,
Mars,
Quadrant,
Newcleus,
X-101,
Minnie Riperton,
ABC,
Ituana,
These Immortal Souls,
Dual Sessions,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Style,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Buckinghams,
Talk Talk,
Guru Guru,
Nirvana,
Make Up,
Aaron Thompson,
Brick,
Rakim,
Bang On A Can,
Radio Birdman,
Pierre Henry,
Shuggie Otis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tears for Fears,
Fat Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Mad Mike,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Swans,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.