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 Marshall Islands and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Sun Ra to the crunk 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rod Modell,
Faraquet,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Vogues,
Porter Ricks,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scion,
Hashim,
Lungfish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
Shoche,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yellowson,
Andrew Hill,
Ken Boothe,
Tim Buckley,
the Germs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
CMW,
Radio Birdman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
H. Thieme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Malaria!,
Au Pairs,
The Black Dice,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cluster,
The Moleskins,
Qualms,
The Slackers,
Derrick Morgan,
Harry Pussy,
Ten City,
Lou Christie,
Urselle,
The Mojo Men,
Black Flag,
Rakim,
Black Moon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skarface,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Funkadelic,
ABC,
Can,
Erasure,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Country Teasers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Audionom,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Von Mondo,
Dual Sessions,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.