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 Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 CMW to the rap 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erykah Badu,
Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Malaria!,
Reuben Wilson,
The Monks,
The Moleskins,
The Buckinghams,
Scrapy,
Susan Cadogan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Khruangbin,
Pussy Galore,
Simply Red,
Eden Ahbez,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick May,
Prince Buster,
Clear Light,
The Residents,
the Sonics,
Franke,
Mark Hollis,
The United States of America,
Michelle Simonal,
T.S.O.L.,
Fluxion,
MC5,
Barbara Tucker,
Rekid,
Joe Smooth,
The Doors,
Black Flag,
Average White Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moby Grape,
Section 25,
John Holt,
Blancmange,
Bobby Womack,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sparks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Golliwogs,
Joensuu 1685,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-102,
Unwound,
L. Decosne,
The Cowsills,
Scan 7,
Carl Craig,
The Techniques,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tears for Fears,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marcia Griffiths,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.