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 Sweden and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lalann to the crunk 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heaven 17,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brand Nubian,
The Red Krayola,
Marshall Jefferson,
Prince Buster,
The New Christs,
Hardrive,
Albert Ayler,
Pagans,
Banda Bassotti,
Donald Byrd,
Country Teasers,
Television Personalities,
The Leaves,
Amon Düül II,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
a-ha,
Brick,
The Fugs,
Visage,
The Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Real Kids,
Nils Olav,
Mo-Dettes,
PIL,
Oblivians,
Pantaleimon,
Yazoo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mission of Burma,
Joensuu 1685,
Gong,
The Residents,
Yellowson,
Chrome,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joe Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
Minny Pops,
Nico,
Bang On A Can,
Arthur Verocai,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Easy Going,
Funky Four + One,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Blues Magoos,
The Victims,
Soul Sonic Force,
MC5,
Skriet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.