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 Zambia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Bobby Womack to the crunk 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Adolescents,
Roxy Music,
Pussy Galore,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Wake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Darondo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Names,
Derrick Morgan,
Swans,
Erasure,
The Pretty Things,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Liliput,
Public Enemy,
Connie Case,
Hashim,
The Techniques,
Todd Terry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dark Day,
The Count Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Sheep,
Lakeside,
Maurizio,
Sugar Minott,
The Leaves,
The Standells,
Minutemen,
DJ Style,
Yaz,
Crooked Eye,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fall,
Mark Hollis,
Crash Course in Science,
The Evens,
Spandau Ballet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Josef K,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Smooth,
the Normal,
The Stooges,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reagan Youth,
Quadrant,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Idris Muhammad,
Scrapy,
Babytalk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wasted Youth,
The Martian,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.