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 Jordan and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Man Eating Sloth to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
a-ha,
Faust,
48th St. Collective,
Bill Wells,
Bootsy Collins,
The Star Department,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Technova,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
T. Rex,
Model 500,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Last Poets,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gap Band,
Flipper,
Camberwell Now,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Flag,
U.S. Maple,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Audionom,
Guru Guru,
Little Man,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monochrome Set,
Sällskapet,
Main Source,
The Kinks,
Lou Christie,
The Velvet Underground,
Marine Girls,
Faraquet,
Lakeside,
K-Klass,
Pantytec,
Brass Construction,
Roxy Music,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Underground Resistance,
Oneida,
Japan,
Can,
Supertramp,
Rod Modell,
Tommy Roe,
Accadde A,
The Moody Blues,
Radiohead,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
R.M.O.,
Eric Dolphy,
Delta 5,
Massinfluence,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.