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 Czech Republic and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Flipper 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Carl Craig,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Supertramp,
Monks,
Chrome,
Simply Red,
cv313,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sound,
Scott Walker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Funky Four + One,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dave Gahan,
Michelle Simonal,
The Toasters,
The Smoke,
The Modern Lovers,
Rapeman,
The Skatalites,
Josef K,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
Aaron Thompson,
The Star Department,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mad Mike,
The Techniques,
John Lydon,
Steve Hackett,
Echospace,
Robert Hood,
The Buckinghams,
Camberwell Now,
the Normal,
Peter & Gordon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mark Hollis,
The Happenings,
The Music Machine,
Khruangbin,
Gichy Dan,
New Order,
Sällskapet,
Sam Rivers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Agent Orange,
Main Source,
AZ,
the Association,
This Heat,
Symarip,
Newcleus,
Todd Rundgren,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.