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 Mauritius and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Shuggie Otis to the punk 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Intrusion,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Copeland,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Black Dice,
Infiniti,
Janne Schatter,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric Dolphy,
Organ,
Amazonics,
The Cure,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-102,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mark Hollis,
Q and Not U,
Smog,
Suicide,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Monks,
Mars,
Rakim,
The Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Scrapy,
Tres Demented,
Qualms,
Alison Limerick,
Matthew Halsall,
Mad Mike,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sixth Finger,
Darondo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pussy Galore,
Warsaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
The American Breed,
Soulsonic Force,
Howard Jones,
Mandrill,
Alton Ellis,
Peter & Gordon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tears for Fears,
Yellowson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Erasure,
Clear Light,
Buzzcocks,
New York Dolls,
Mantronix,
Lalann,
Avey Tare,
The Gap Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fear,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.