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 Albania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
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 Lou Reed 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 Livin' Joy to the grunge 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Sex Pistols,
Thee Headcoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young,
Tres Demented,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alison Limerick,
Aaron Thompson,
Marc Almond,
Crash Course in Science,
Symarip,
The Blues Magoos,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David Axelrod,
Blake Baxter,
Zero Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mantronix,
Jeff Lynne,
The Saints,
Sun Ra,
Throbbing Gristle,
In Retrospect,
CMW,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Suicide,
kango's stein massive,
The Knickerbockers,
Nirvana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Monks,
Wally Richardson,
The Divine Comedy,
The Index,
Darondo,
Scan 7,
Michelle Simonal,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Green,
The Moody Blues,
Qualms,
The Barracudas,
Mars,
The Five Americans,
The Gladiators,
Brand Nubian,
the Swans,
The Dead C,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter & Gordon,
The Modern Lovers,
Porter Ricks,
Deadbeat,
The Fugs,
The Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.