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 France 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Make Up,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABC,
EPMD,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unwound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Star Department,
Unrelated Segments,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bauhaus,
Brick,
Theoretical Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Pus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magazine,
Sun Ra,
Y Pants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacques Brel,
Gabor Szabo,
Negative Approach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Leonard Cohen,
Zero Boys,
The Trojans,
Joey Negro,
The Misunderstood,
the Sonics,
FM Einheit,
The Fall,
Radio Birdman,
Minny Pops,
The Human League,
Bobby Sherman,
Ohio Players,
Section 25,
Ash Ra Tempel,
These Immortal Souls,
Harmonia,
Trumans Water,
Mr. Review,
Joensuu 1685,
The Real Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
Alice Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Siglo XX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Remains,
Gang of Four,
The Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barrington Levy,
The Tremeloes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Beau Brummels,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.