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 Bahrain and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 OOIOO to the dance 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Bill Wells,
Quadrant,
Letta Mbulu,
Minutemen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Popol Vuh,
Pylon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masters at Work,
MDC,
Black Bananas,
Spandau Ballet,
Shuggie Otis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Residents,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Mills,
Piero Umiliani,
Gichy Dan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Laurel Aitken,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hasil Adkins,
Alice Coltrane,
Joey Negro,
Suburban Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
Derrick Morgan,
Funky Four + One,
The Human League,
MC5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terrestrial Tones,
48th St. Collective,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacques Brel,
World's Most,
Procol Harum,
Circle Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
Steve Hackett,
Motorama,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alphaville,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Moon,
Roxette,
the Normal,
JFA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
These Immortal Souls,
The Associates,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Trumans Water,
Aaron Thompson,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.