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 Iceland and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 X-102 to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Y Pants,
Infiniti,
Lightning Bolt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fortunes,
Blake Baxter,
Black Flag,
Mo-Dettes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ludus,
Junior Murvin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Whodini,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Massinfluence,
Lyres,
Ponytail,
The Gap Band,
The Move,
Saccharine Trust,
Lower 48,
Hashim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Juan Atkins,
Pole,
The Associates,
Underground Resistance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Malaria!,
Jerry's Kids,
World's Most,
Erykah Badu,
New York Dolls,
Lalann,
Stetsasonic,
Pussy Galore,
Subhumans,
Sandy B,
Glenn Branca,
The Saints,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
F. McDonald,
The Red Krayola,
The Fugs,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiohead,
The Martian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anthony Braxton,
Amon Düül II,
Goldenarms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Colin Newman,
Excepter,
The Tremeloes,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.