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 Vanuatu and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Mummies to the jazz 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Cal Tjader,
World's Most,
the Soft Cell,
EPMD,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Interpol,
Fad Gadget,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Sandy B,
Bill Wells,
Suicide,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wasted Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blossom Toes,
Pagans,
The Doors,
LL Cool J,
Rekid,
Eurythmics,
Pantytec,
Junior Murvin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stetsasonic,
Ice-T,
Skaos,
The Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Little Man,
The Gories,
Animal Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Japan,
Sonic Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Jandek,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry's Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
The Vogues,
Stiv Bators,
Joey Negro,
Cluster,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Invisible,
The Smiths,
Brass Construction,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stereo Dub,
John Lydon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boz Scaggs,
Ossler,
The Five Americans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.