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 Slovakia and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Livin' Joy to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
T. Rex,
Tubeway Army,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MDC,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Sonics,
Angry Samoans,
Arcadia,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minny Pops,
The Moody Blues,
The Gap Band,
Faust,
Eve St. Jones,
Reagan Youth,
Wasted Youth,
Ken Boothe,
DJ Sneak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brothers Johnson,
The Count Five,
The Grass Roots,
Deakin,
The Residents,
The Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
The Real Kids,
Lower 48,
Pylon,
Scrapy,
Make Up,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pulsallama,
David McCallum,
Joe Smooth,
Mad Mike,
Black Bananas,
X-Ray Spex,
The Wake,
Das Ding,
Tim Buckley,
The Walker Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eddi Front,
Alice Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gerry Rafferty,
Don Cherry,
Quando Quango,
Black Pus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jacques Brel,
Hot Snakes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.