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 Czech Republic and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sam Rivers to the electroclash 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Freddie Wadling,
Vladislav Delay,
The Grass Roots,
Minnie Riperton,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sex Pistols,
The Litter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aural Exciters,
Neil Young,
Nico,
The Angels of Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
10cc,
Robert Görl,
Suburban Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Sherman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amon Düül II,
The Trojans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Model 500,
The Names,
Barry Ungar,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arcadia,
Infiniti,
New Age Steppers,
Neu!,
Young Marble Giants,
Niagra,
Banda Bassotti,
Animal Collective,
Rites of Spring,
Crime,
Gang Gang Dance,
MDC,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moody Blues,
cv313,
Icehouse,
Anakelly,
Intrusion,
Panda Bear,
John Lydon,
Jacques Brel,
FM Einheit,
Jandek,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Bowie,
Second Layer,
The Dead C,
Pantaleimon,
Joe Finger,
Duran Duran,
The Gun Club,
Arab on Radar,
Yazoo,
H. Thieme,
Jawbox,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.