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 Norway and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rock 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Scan 7,
Urselle,
Scott Walker,
the Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
Yusef Lateef,
Erykah Badu,
Talk Talk,
Supertramp,
The Saints,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Spandau Ballet,
The Slits,
The Wake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
JFA,
Sam Rivers,
Hashim,
Section 25,
The Mummies,
Fugazi,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grauzone,
Japan,
Ultravox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Star Department,
Janne Schatter,
the Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rufus Thomas,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
The Human League,
Avey Tare,
Nils Olav,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mars,
The Misunderstood,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gladiators,
The Count Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Pus,
Los Fastidios,
Animal Collective,
Wasted Youth,
E-Dancer,
Sex Pistols,
David Axelrod,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rosa Yemen,
EPMD,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eddi Front,
Gregory Isaacs,
Toni Rubio,
Kerri Chandler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.