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 Venezuela and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Leaves to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Byron Stingily,
Q and Not U,
Gang of Four,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare,
Jandek,
David Axelrod,
Chrome,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Connie Case,
Grey Daturas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
Metal Thangz,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Five Americans,
Rod Modell,
The Victims,
The Wake,
Soulsonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
Bob Dylan,
The Durutti Column,
Saccharine Trust,
Judy Mowatt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Maurizio,
T.S.O.L.,
Lindisfarne,
Joy Division,
Model 500,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cal Tjader,
Sandy B,
Arcadia,
Eli Mardock,
Jawbox,
Rosa Yemen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
One Last Wish,
Accadde A,
Dual Sessions,
Liliput,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moss Icon,
This Heat,
Easy Going,
Trumans Water,
The Cure,
Arab on Radar,
Animal Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cluster,
Suburban Knight,
Davy DMX,
Bang On A Can,
Lower 48,
Archie Shepp,
Moebius,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.