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 Dominican Republic and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 The Young Rascals to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pretty Things,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joy Division,
The Zeros,
Matthew Halsall,
PIL,
Bush Tetras,
Charles Mingus,
The Dead C,
Panda Bear,
Icehouse,
Arcadia,
Subhumans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cure,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cramps,
The Beau Brummels,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Tremeloes,
Siglo XX,
Amon Düül II,
One Last Wish,
Bang On A Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Names,
The Blues Magoos,
The Walker Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
Kerri Chandler,
Parry Music,
Arthur Verocai,
Girls At Our Best!,
Country Teasers,
Chrome,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Matthew Bourne,
Morten Harket,
Archie Shepp,
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Wells,
Interpol,
Q65,
Peter and Kerry,
Tres Demented,
Sun Ra,
Camberwell Now,
Crispian St. Peters,
Television Personalities,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
UT,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.