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 Botswana and from Halifax.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 Robert Wyatt to the funk 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
The Techniques,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Absolute Body Control,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fat Boys,
Colin Newman,
Altered Images,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Womack,
Pole,
Grauzone,
Piero Umiliani,
Supertramp,
Fluxion,
Cluster,
Alice Coltrane,
Al Stewart,
Can,
Ten City,
Vladislav Delay,
Model 500,
Subhumans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Howard Jones,
Albert Ayler,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anakelly,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minnie Riperton,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arthur Verocai,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Misunderstood,
the Germs,
Black Flag,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang of Four,
The Busters,
Rekid,
Jawbox,
The Leaves,
Ronnie Foster,
The Count Five,
Bush Tetras,
The Trojans,
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Smooth,
Wire,
Bobby Byrd,
Television,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
World's Most,
Brick,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Near,
Sun City Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.