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 Andorra and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Raincoats to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Buzzcocks,
New York Dolls,
Magazine,
Wally Richardson,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Prunes,
Jawbox,
Hashim,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Flag,
The Slits,
FM Einheit,
Cheater Slicks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nirvana,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Smog,
The Gladiators,
Basic Channel,
Heaven 17,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deadbeat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rekid,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Mills,
Mr. Review,
In Retrospect,
the Sonics,
Kayak,
Cybotron,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smiths,
Man Parrish,
Donny Hathaway,
Rod Modell,
David Bowie,
The Black Dice,
Barry Ungar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Essential Logic,
the Bar-Kays,
Bauhaus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Saccharine Trust,
Animal Collective,
Funkadelic,
Sonic Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Silicon Teens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blossom Toes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cure,
John Holt,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
Index,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.