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 Swaziland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Avey Tare to the grunge 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
The Searchers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yazoo,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Count Five,
The Fuzztones,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Scrapy,
Brothers Johnson,
Nas,
Liliput,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Names,
Mandrill,
Davy DMX,
Carl Craig,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Toasters,
Funkadelic,
Sam Rivers,
Terry Callier,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Graham Central Station,
Banda Bassotti,
Youth Brigade,
John Coltrane,
EPMD,
Ronan,
The Slackers,
Tres Demented,
Surgeon,
The Gun Club,
Das Ding,
Lou Christie,
Soul II Soul,
Hot Snakes,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cramps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Raincoats,
June of 44,
Barclay James Harvest,
Shoche,
Patti Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Bowie,
Suburban Knight,
Chris Corsano,
Jandek,
Trumans Water,
Drexciya,
David Axelrod,
Gong,
The Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
AZ,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.