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 Belgium and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Icehouse to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gong,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Raincoats,
Ituana,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
Jandek,
Fatback Band,
Schoolly D,
Alton Ellis,
Fat Boys,
The Mummies,
Roxy Music,
Trumans Water,
The Kinks,
Faust,
Minor Threat,
Nas,
The Busters,
The Toasters,
Ossler,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeff Lynne,
The Move,
The Buckinghams,
Country Teasers,
Albert Ayler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Almond,
Man Parrish,
Donny Hathaway,
Funky Four + One,
Whodini,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mr. Review,
Todd Rundgren,
Barclay James Harvest,
Isaac Hayes,
Drexciya,
The Offenders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bang On A Can,
Rotary Connection,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liliput,
Carl Craig,
Idris Muhammad,
In Retrospect,
Radio Birdman,
Warren Ellis,
Marmalade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zero Boys,
Yellowson,
Althea and Donna,
Underground Resistance,
Wally Richardson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.