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 Macedonia and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moby Grape to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Dave Gahan,
Das Ding,
Moby Grape,
Eric Copeland,
Eurythmics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alton Ellis,
X-101,
Yaz,
June of 44,
Panda Bear,
Leonard Cohen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grey Daturas,
Sugar Minott,
Index,
Loose Ends,
Janne Schatter,
Blake Baxter,
Sun City Girls,
The Cowsills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Christie,
Chris Corsano,
Beasts of Bourbon,
cv313,
Scott Walker,
Metal Thangz,
Amon Düül,
The Music Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David McCallum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cybotron,
Roxette,
Little Man,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
Agitation Free,
The Fuzztones,
Andrew Hill,
Mandrill,
Shuggie Otis,
Wolf Eyes,
Flipper,
Main Source,
Scratch Acid,
Thee Headcoats,
Letta Mbulu,
The Wake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Flag,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New York Dolls,
Laurel Aitken,
Swans,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.