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 Ivory Coast and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 The Last Poets to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Kayak,
Aloha Tigers,
James White and The Blacks,
Monks,
Suburban Knight,
Gang of Four,
The Fall,
Marvin Gaye,
Erasure,
Average White Band,
The Young Rascals,
Morten Harket,
Pulsallama,
X-102,
Leonard Cohen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yazoo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
OOIOO,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bauhaus,
Brick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Niagra,
Terry Callier,
John Foxx,
Arthur Verocai,
Marmalade,
Shoche,
Idris Muhammad,
The Index,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
AZ,
Sällskapet,
Roxy Music,
Interpol,
Wasted Youth,
Amon Düül,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vladislav Delay,
Das Ding,
Smog,
Jandek,
Joyce Sims,
Scion,
Joe Smooth,
The Neon Judgement,
The Tremeloes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maurizio,
JFA,
Silicon Teens,
The American Breed,
Country Teasers,
Cymande,
UT,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
cv313,
Black Flag,
The Gories,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.