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 Colombia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mark Hollis to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
The Star Department,
Nik Kershaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Panda Bear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mr. Review,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jerry's Kids,
JFA,
Maleditus Sound,
Skarface,
The Blackbyrds,
Hashim,
the Bar-Kays,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moleskins,
OOIOO,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
Ponytail,
Cymande,
Radio Birdman,
The Smoke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alton Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Young Rascals,
Q65,
Crime,
Todd Terry,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Hood,
Quadrant,
The American Breed,
Jandek,
Loose Ends,
Bronski Beat,
The Moody Blues,
Pere Ubu,
Pussy Galore,
Circle Jerks,
Y Pants,
Don Cherry,
Henry Cow,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiohead,
Yellowson,
Terry Callier,
the Normal,
The Fuzztones,
Bad Manners,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Cell,
Little Man,
KRS-One,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.