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 Haiti and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Boz Scaggs to the grunge 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a marimba 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Babytalk,
JFA,
Glenn Branca,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Bourne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ossler,
The Grass Roots,
Angry Samoans,
In Retrospect,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rakim,
Grauzone,
Los Fastidios,
Symarip,
Skriet,
E-Dancer,
The Dirtbombs,
Davy DMX,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sparks,
Drexciya,
Harry Pussy,
The Searchers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chrome,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MC5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dave Gahan,
Supertramp,
Sam Rivers,
The Beau Brummels,
ABBA,
Desert Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
Sun City Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Half Japanese,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Barracudas,
Hardrive,
Eurythmics,
The Mojo Men,
Sarah Menescal,
Althea and Donna,
Dual Sessions,
Maurizio,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Blues Magoos,
The Young Rascals,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.