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 Sudan 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Country Teasers to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
Cluster,
Groovy Waters,
Moby Grape,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joyce Sims,
Deadbeat,
Qualms,
Make Up,
Junior Murvin,
Ken Boothe,
Zero Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mr. Review,
Max Romeo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nas,
The Kinks,
Isaac Hayes,
Donny Hathaway,
Pussy Galore,
the Germs,
Circle Jerks,
Quadrant,
Erykah Badu,
Reagan Youth,
Arab on Radar,
David Axelrod,
Chris & Cosey,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Rundgren,
Pole,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Index,
Prince Buster,
In Retrospect,
Unrelated Segments,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q and Not U,
Los Fastidios,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Wells,
The Modern Lovers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marmalade,
The Gladiators,
Eden Ahbez,
Cymande,
Al Stewart,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Toni Rubio,
Aaron Thompson,
Agitation Free,
China Crisis,
The Raincoats,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.