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 Vietnam and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Second Layer to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Oblivians,
Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
Kerri Chandler,
Letta Mbulu,
Lower 48,
Eric Dolphy,
Ituana,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Holt,
Niagra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Malaria!,
Patti Smith,
Harmonia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neil Young,
CMW,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Detroit Cobras,
This Heat,
Roger Hodgson,
Rosa Yemen,
Quantec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantaleimon,
Ultra Naté,
Scan 7,
Model 500,
MC5,
Colin Newman,
Archie Shepp,
The Cowsills,
Don Cherry,
Barry Ungar,
The Fall,
Reuben Wilson,
Roxy Music,
EPMD,
MDC,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare,
Shoche,
Marvin Gaye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultravox,
Girls At Our Best!,
cv313,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warren Ellis,
Swell Maps,
Ornette Coleman,
Technova,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Skatalites,
Hoover,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.