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 Mongolia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Freddie Wadling to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Wolf Eyes,
Gichy Dan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Faraquet,
Todd Rundgren,
Zapp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brand Nubian,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Darondo,
The Invisible,
Bob Dylan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
Make Up,
The Fuzztones,
The Neon Judgement,
Ponytail,
The Monochrome Set,
These Immortal Souls,
Dennis Brown,
Banda Bassotti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
One Last Wish,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fat Boys,
Junior Murvin,
The Litter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Teasers,
Sound Behaviour,
Tres Demented,
Cheater Slicks,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Wyatt,
Kurtis Blow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Laurel Aitken,
Maurizio,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marvin Gaye,
Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mummies,
Main Source,
Loose Ends,
Gang Starr,
Sex Pistols,
Y Pants,
Blake Baxter,
The Knickerbockers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.