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 Brazil and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Groovy Waters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Happenings,
Grey Daturas,
Morten Harket,
Little Man,
Cybotron,
Pantaleimon,
Warren Ellis,
Slave,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiohead,
Unrelated Segments,
Cal Tjader,
Interpol,
Sonic Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Tom Boy,
The Seeds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nico,
B.T. Express,
The American Breed,
Shoche,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mark Hollis,
The Smiths,
Underground Resistance,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Duran Duran,
Absolute Body Control,
Slick Rick,
Susan Cadogan,
This Heat,
Lindisfarne,
Fat Boys,
KRS-One,
Quantec,
Altered Images,
Radio Birdman,
Banda Bassotti,
Pylon,
The Skatalites,
The Golliwogs,
Erykah Badu,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Near,
Nation of Ulysses,
Funkadelic,
Saccharine Trust,
Rekid,
Gichy Dan,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fortunes,
Sam Rivers,
Half Japanese,
John Foxx,
Y Pants,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.