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 Croatia and from New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Ash Ra Tempel to the jazz 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-Ray Spex,
Symarip,
Junior Murvin,
Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
Graham Central Station,
Kas Product,
Minor Threat,
JFA,
Marine Girls,
Fear,
Patti Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
KRS-One,
Icehouse,
In Retrospect,
FM Einheit,
Adolescents,
Thee Headcoats,
Oneida,
Dark Day,
Blossom Toes,
June Days,
Man Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sex Pistols,
Max Romeo,
Andrew Hill,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter & Gordon,
Scion,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonic Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Camberwell Now,
Marmalade,
Royal Trux,
Desert Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
The Real Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
Mr. Review,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Donny Hathaway,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Byron Stingily,
Oblivians,
Trumans Water,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers,
Maurizio,
Nik Kershaw,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quadrant,
Pole,
The Remains,
Nation of Ulysses,
Niagra,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.