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 Switzerland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Avey Tare to the rock 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Lucky Dragons,
Sound Behaviour,
Second Layer,
Neil Young,
Man Eating Sloth,
Khruangbin,
Technova,
DJ Sneak,
Fatback Band,
The Fugs,
Half Japanese,
The Real Kids,
The Electric Prunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Barry Ungar,
B.T. Express,
Toni Rubio,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Almond,
Gastr Del Sol,
Janne Schatter,
The Gun Club,
Wasted Youth,
the Sonics,
Sandy B,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donald Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
The Wake,
the Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fad Gadget,
The Martian,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Inner City,
Jandek,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Halsall,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Symarip,
The Dave Clark Five,
The United States of America,
Black Moon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Accadde A,
Henry Cow,
Rosa Yemen,
Leonard Cohen,
David Bowie,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.