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 Russia and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Popol Vuh to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
kango's stein massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Can,
Tom Boy,
Section 25,
Wire,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Green,
Reuben Wilson,
Jandek,
Crooked Eye,
Idris Muhammad,
Animal Collective,
Thompson Twins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Audionom,
Adolescents,
The Fugs,
Magma,
Subhumans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lyres,
Negative Approach,
The Angels of Light,
Flipper,
June Days,
Kerri Chandler,
Leonard Cohen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funky Four + One,
Organ,
Arthur Verocai,
Mission of Burma,
Warsaw,
David Axelrod,
Massinfluence,
Barbara Tucker,
Brass Construction,
Minny Pops,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Make Up,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols,
Little Man,
Soft Machine,
Half Japanese,
Boogie Down Productions,
Parry Music,
The Detroit Cobras,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Pus,
Lightning Bolt,
DNA,
Young Marble Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
H. Thieme,
L. Decosne,
the Swans,
Matthew Halsall,
Yaz,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.