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 Mozambique and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Masters at Work to the grime 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Technova,
Skaos,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aaron Thompson,
Shuggie Otis,
The Vogues,
Robert Wyatt,
Prince Buster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
Piero Umiliani,
Freddie Wadling,
Letta Mbulu,
Tres Demented,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rekid,
The Fuzztones,
Glenn Branca,
Derrick Morgan,
Mantronix,
H. Thieme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sam Rivers,
Soulsonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
Masters at Work,
Vainqueur,
Lou Christie,
The Grass Roots,
Yusef Lateef,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Anakelly,
Fatback Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Infiniti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Janne Schatter,
X-102,
Can,
Con Funk Shun,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang of Four,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Lydon,
Heaven 17,
Man Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Bauhaus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bush Tetras,
Y Pants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Saccharine Trust,
John Holt,
The Fall,
Deadbeat,
Steve Hackett,
Kerri Chandler,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.