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 Tuvalu and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bauhaus to the jazz 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harmonia,
Hot Snakes,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Sneak,
Half Japanese,
kango's stein massive,
Arthur Verocai,
Warren Ellis,
Pussy Galore,
Swans,
The Names,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Connie Case,
Lou Christie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television Personalities,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David McCallum,
The Pretty Things,
Altered Images,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Warsaw,
Rapeman,
Kerri Chandler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nik Kershaw,
Aaron Thompson,
Bad Manners,
Marcia Griffiths,
Unwound,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül II,
The Smoke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ice-T,
Dennis Brown,
Tomorrow,
Lightning Bolt,
John Holt,
The Doors,
Faraquet,
Excepter,
Pulsallama,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mandrill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Monolake,
Schoolly D,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funkadelic,
Deakin,
Arab on Radar,
Charles Mingus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tropical Tobacco,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.