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 Uruguay and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Dawn Penn to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
F. McDonald,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Terry,
Guru Guru,
Icehouse,
Scientists,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joey Negro,
Niagra,
Brick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sister Nancy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Idris Muhammad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oneida,
Danielle Patucci,
Zapp,
Procol Harum,
Duran Duran,
Tres Demented,
The Golliwogs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Bar-Kays,
Moby Grape,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Clear Light,
Franke,
Sparks,
The Young Rascals,
Ultravox,
Scott Walker,
a-ha,
Bluetip,
Unwound,
10cc,
Gichy Dan,
T. Rex,
Tommy Roe,
Sonic Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cure,
Iggy Pop,
Sixth Finger,
Max Romeo,
Technova,
48th St. Collective,
Letta Mbulu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Selecter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tears for Fears,
Glenn Branca,
John Holt,
Robert Wyatt,
Crash Course in Science,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.