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 Guyana and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yusef Lateef 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
the Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Desert Stars,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
Ralphi Rosario,
Drexciya,
Groovy Waters,
Fat Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Pantytec,
The United States of America,
Goldenarms,
The Five Americans,
Scan 7,
Bill Wells,
Barry Ungar,
Juan Atkins,
The Monochrome Set,
Kenny Larkin,
Prince Buster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Steve Hackett,
Sex Pistols,
The Walker Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
Pere Ubu,
The Fire Engines,
The Skatalites,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Cybotron,
Agitation Free,
Scrapy,
Adolescents,
Flipper,
Grauzone,
Wire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
In Retrospect,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sixth Finger,
Tubeway Army,
T.S.O.L.,
Nico,
The Fugs,
Main Source,
Johnny Clarke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Das Ding,
Brass Construction,
Eddi Front,
Unrelated Segments,
Anakelly,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.