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 Senegal and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Lakeside to the grunge 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Gerry Rafferty,
Erykah Badu,
Pulsallama,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Faust,
Robert Wyatt,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Circle Jerks,
The Zeros,
Blake Baxter,
The Misunderstood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Subhumans,
John Cale,
Television Personalities,
Magma,
Organ,
Hardrive,
Andrew Hill,
Con Funk Shun,
Arcadia,
Minnie Riperton,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Fraelich,
Tears for Fears,
Maleditus Sound,
Henry Cow,
The Litter,
Pantaleimon,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Interpol,
The Residents,
Josef K,
The Offenders,
The Fall,
Albert Ayler,
X-102,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ornette Coleman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
UT,
John Holt,
The Birthday Party,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cowsills,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeff Lynne,
Fluxion,
Juan Atkins,
Morten Harket,
One Last Wish,
Blancmange,
The Fugs,
The Sonics,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.