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 Moldova and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arcadia to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Joyce Sims,
New York Dolls,
June of 44,
the Germs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
Easy Going,
The Gap Band,
Pierre Henry,
Glenn Branca,
Royal Trux,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Green,
Outsiders,
The Slackers,
Make Up,
Minor Threat,
Agitation Free,
Cluster,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Star Department,
MDC,
Neu!,
DNA,
Derrick May,
Skaos,
Radiopuhelimet,
CMW,
Crime,
Stereo Dub,
John Cale,
Wire,
Tim Buckley,
Mandrill,
Graham Central Station,
Bauhaus,
Sight & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alice Coltrane,
Main Source,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül II,
F. McDonald,
Chrome,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arcadia,
Kas Product,
Fatback Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Red Krayola,
The Leaves,
Dawn Penn,
The Monks,
James White and The Blacks,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.