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 Norway and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nils Olav to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Lee Hazlewood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Swans,
Faust,
Pagans,
Electric Prunes,
Circle Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
T. Rex,
Intrusion,
Babytalk,
Main Source,
Nation of Ulysses,
Desert Stars,
John Lydon,
Wolf Eyes,
Nik Kershaw,
Adolescents,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Neon Judgement,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Organ,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Joy Division,
Minny Pops,
Sound Behaviour,
Y Pants,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Bourne,
The Last Poets,
Cecil Taylor,
Khruangbin,
The Standells,
Aaron Thompson,
Negative Approach,
Lalann,
Janne Schatter,
Jacob Miller,
the Germs,
Max Romeo,
Young Marble Giants,
Basic Channel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quando Quango,
Roger Hodgson,
Carl Craig,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Hill,
Inner City,
Pylon,
The Young Rascals,
Vladislav Delay,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Christie,
Spoonie Gee,
Fad Gadget,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Mills,
Leonard Cohen,
Pole,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.