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 Macedonia 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Guru Guru to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
The Gories,
DNA,
Blossom Toes,
Rufus Thomas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Howard Jones,
Schoolly D,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bluetip,
Agitation Free,
The New Christs,
Organ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
Mark Hollis,
Sparks,
The Standells,
Piero Umiliani,
Pierre Henry,
Newcleus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sonic Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Wolf Eyes,
Bad Manners,
Spoonie Gee,
Grey Daturas,
Yellowson,
Arab on Radar,
Cal Tjader,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Grass Roots,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Main Source,
AZ,
Erasure,
Y Pants,
Warren Ellis,
the Slits,
Pylon,
The Gladiators,
DJ Sneak,
Scrapy,
the Sonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott Heron,
New Age Steppers,
Fluxion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Motorama,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.