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 Uruguay and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 AZ to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DJ Style,
Second Layer,
John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blancmange,
The Fugs,
Marmalade,
The Selecter,
Rotary Connection,
The Motions,
Toni Rubio,
Mr. Review,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Angels of Light,
Bronski Beat,
Boz Scaggs,
Grauzone,
Pagans,
Kas Product,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q and Not U,
Hardrive,
Massinfluence,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mad Mike,
Make Up,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alison Limerick,
The Skatalites,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
KRS-One,
Kayak,
K-Klass,
These Immortal Souls,
Wasted Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Freddie Wadling,
Talk Talk,
Pulsallama,
Livin' Joy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Index,
The New Christs,
Rekid,
Connie Case,
Groovy Waters,
The Smoke,
Crooked Eye,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Janne Schatter,
Monolake,
Barry Ungar,
Scan 7,
China Crisis,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.