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 Korea South and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Albert Ayler to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
The Martian,
Soft Machine,
Infiniti,
Sandy B,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fugs,
Gang of Four,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lakeside,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
Gabor Szabo,
Youth Brigade,
The United States of America,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Red Krayola,
Nation of Ulysses,
Circle Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric Dolphy,
Aural Exciters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra,
Roxette,
Agitation Free,
Das Ding,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crash Course in Science,
Theoretical Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David McCallum,
Eurythmics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lower 48,
Television Personalities,
Yazoo,
the Human League,
Drexciya,
The Smoke,
Aswad,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Association,
Delon & Dalcan,
Byron Stingily,
Albert Ayler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
Don Cherry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hoover,
Joe Smooth,
The Sonics,
Fatback Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
Audionom,
The Gun Club,
Joe Finger,
Talk Talk,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.